As a kid, I remember sleepovers.
You’d bring a sleeping bag and a change of clothes and a toothbrush.
I also remember changing my mind and asking to be picked up and taken home.
Although, sometimes, it was walking distance, so I wouldn’t bother calling.
I’d just take my things back home again.
The other kid’s parents would freak out.
Did I run away?
I got scolded for that.
So, instead of just taking everything, I’d pack some bloody clothes I’d saved from playground scrapes, and toss them around.
Let them think I was dragged off by coyotes or pirates.