"Seems that way, doesn't it?" Have Cliff flat on his back in a pile of miniature leaves--there's a lot of them scattered about, and there's a tree that seems to be enjoying itself, casting more over the young man's prone form. It just makes him even more amused, and he lets out a laugh as some of the leaves fall on his face. He shakes them off eventually, though, and sits up.

"Could be worse...not that I can really think of how at the moment. Though if you avoid the flaming trees, it's mostly okay, I guess?"