Diaper World 2.0 (diaper/messing)

The morning light filters through thin curtains, casting a warm glow across the small apartment. The faint hum of traffic outside mixes with birdsong. You're sitting at the kitchen table, a half-finished cup of coffee in front of you, when there's a knock at the door.

"Hey, you in there? It's Mira from next door."

Her voice is muffled through the door, but you can hear the slight rustle of her movements—probably shifting her bag to her other shoulder. There's another knock, lighter this time.

"I made too many muffins again. You want some, or should I just leave them for the raccoons?"