With a last scream of effort Matt's fingers finally slip off the black surface of the cord, and the diminutive little inventor went flying upward. He was still in possession of his wits though, and with a little curl to his spine, in much the same way a cat does, he turned his body so he faced upward, and then, just as his arc reached its apex he grabbed the ceiling, thus preventing a fall onto the hard ground below.
He was safe. For a moment anyway. Looking down he found he was right over the counter he had been so intent on climbing a moment ago, and that a tray was sitting on it, with food and drink laid out. The only ones in the entire restaurant were his sister and her friends, so he could only assume it was her order. Looking down he soon came to the conclusion that he would have to fall onto it or nothing, as his grip was already slipping and falling onto the counter or floor would kill him. Looking he finds he has to decide quick as Sam is getting up to presumably get their food. Does he aim for the food or drinks?
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