Shawn thumped the grapefruits against the door, hands too full to properly knock. He had already taken the liberty of stowing his sleepover items in Owen's closet, though the thought of whether or not Owen would mind had not, and would probably never, occur to Shawn.
"O-wen!" Shawn called cheerily, bouncing excitedly. The honey sloshed heavily, and Shawn made sure not to spill it.