"Sorry!" Shawn stumbled up, slipping again and scrambling for purchase on the table. His palm caught the corner, and the sharp point pierced his skin.
"Fuck!" Shawn fell back, immediately moving the cut to his mouth to suck on it. He'd been doing that ever since the third grade when his teacher had droned on about saliva and white blood cells - in Shawn's mind, it had translated as magical healing spit.
Shawn looked up at Owen, who was still suffering from the pepper. A nasty looking welt seemed to be forming on the bridge of his nose. Oops.