He waited for her to finish what she was doing upstairs and to come open the door, a bit relieved that she had answered his call; now she couldn't pretend not to be home.
"Good thing I didn't eat them all." Oliver shook the box to show just how few of them there were left and wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully before handing them to her. "Thanks. How are you doing?" he asked her, once he'd, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He didn't know if anyone else was home, but if they were, they were upstairs in the bedroom. The living room was empty. That was probably a good thing.