[She brushes off his thanks, since she knows how much she'd hate this.]

It happens. Knew a guy who showed up in a cardboard box, once.

[And then, after extending the ladder as far as it can go, it just manages to brush the top of the roof. Eh. Seems safe enough. Even if the steps of the ladder are much more narrow on top than on bottom.]

If ya think you can manage that, I'll hold the ladder for you. [...] An' if there's a book up there with your name on it, throw it down. You'll need it.