They stay there a while, 'til the warmth of wild amusement is less than the warmth of the hand on their mask. When they finally move, it's only to roll over.

Directly off the counter.

This is genuine miscalculation on their part. They wildly flail with a too-long wing-slap that does absolutely nothing but fling them into clanking a bit of horn against the window before they finally manage to stand.

Well.