A soft, fond laugh, and a wide grin warmed Little John's face. "Trousers, boots, socks and vest," he remembered. "But he learned to hold on tighter, next time! Haven't seen that boy fall outta a tree since. Drop things, yes. Drop himself, sometimes, but he only ever lets go on purpose now. I reckon he'd give Rob a run for his money when it comes to trees, these days."