Will smirked. The mental image of Patrick trying to make a move on a tree was at once ridiculous and... somewhat familiar. Look, you plonk a rowdy band of lads down in a forest, stir in enough alcohol – these things are bound to happen. "Reckon I c'n remember Arthur trying to pick a fight with a tree after a few too many." He inclined his head, scrutinising the memory a moment, before adding, "At least twice. He wouldn't take no lip from them trees."