Alas, Tony is just a measly six feet ten inches, which isn't quite tall enough to touch the stars. Even magically lowered ones. Scaling the tree seems the best bet and he doesn't doubt Imogen's abilities for a second but ...

"Woah, woah, woah, hold up," Tony waves Armani further away from the caravan and watches Imogen start to climb with the same resigned but manageable dread that he often feels when interacting with Felicity. Something is about to go poorly but he'll be able to handle it, so long as he knows it's coming. It's the same way he feels about broom sports, honestly.

Man, he wishes Pax were here.

"Just watch for vines," he warns, stretching to come nearer to the tree while still keeping the toe of one dress shoe pressed against the open caravan door.