"Sorted." Garret grabbed the vine where Erikson pointed and before he could even think about how much his mother would disapprove, he pushed off with his legs pointed straight out in the air before him, "Woooo-hoooooooeeey!"

He watched his feet pointing forward toward the high ceiling, catching blurry glimpses of greenery as he went flying. The wind whooshed past his ears but all too soon he was coming back down again. The vine swung back down, accompanied with a disappointed, "Awwwwwww".

His feet missed the table for his landing and he ended up swinging back and forth weakly until finally he was hanging on to the vine while it spun round slowly, "Hu hu... Professor..." he twisted his head round while the vine turned the other way, "Help?"