Anders snorts, despite himself just the tiniest bit amused. "My staff's not going to suffice, I suppose."

The, you know, magic, wooden one on his back, with the bag containing the rest of their wisps looped through its teeth. That one.

The net they do have probably wouldn't do much good, being ineptly flailed around at such a precarious distance, either. But the thought does inspire a somewhat more plausible solution to their dilemma.

"What about Dunamis, then?" It's a considerably more sincere suggestion, at least. "If we could conjure a gust of wind, or something similar to knock it down just enough to reach from the tree..."

Of course, if he knew what the appropriate emotion to make something like that happen was, he'd already be doing it, so. That might be about as helpful a suggestion as hucking a rock, really.