Belatedly, a much more reasonable course of action occurred to Ryland. He dug his wand out from under his white coat and waved it at Mikey, levering him up onto his feet. And he didn't even having being tipsy to blame for it taking that long to think to use magic. Just a poor, overworked brain.
"I think," he said, waving his wand at Pete, too, so that a moment later, he was standing next to Mikey, "that you both won that a little." Pete was currently covered in feathers, after all.