Ben tries to get up to go and get more cappuccino when he discovers his feet are firmly anchored to the floor. Not bad he thinks as he catches his balance on the table. But ya don't know Webhead fer decades without gettin' webbed ta somethin' once in a while.

Bending over to undo his laces and leaving the shoes behind, he looks around for the responsible party, spotting the guy he tagged with the halfG gun before. Casually walking by to get his cappuccino, he drops a few bead sized packets which will turn into the guys own personal, localized ficus forest in about three minutes thanks to Pym particles.