Bella grinned. There wasn't a lot of things she was really good at, and although mudpies weren't really a great thing to be proud of, she was glad she had something she could specialise in.
Bella came to a stop infront of the tree, looking up into the wizened branches. "My tree," she tried out the word, appraising it as she looked up. It did look very high, but some of the braches were relatively flat. She smiled, notting slightly. If she was going to start with any tree, this was as good as any.
Feeling a rush of fear coupled with a thrill of adrenalin, she squeezed Jake's hand tightly, glad of the contact. She wanted to do this, but she'd never have had the courage alone. "Where do we start?" she asked, still looking up into the branches.