"Umm...yeah." They weren't like any he'd ever seen, not that Eamon had seen a lot of diapers. They were packaged in boxes with smiling faces of what he thought might be gnomes all over them, the little smiles somehow...strange. Not pandas or cuddly teddy bears, anyway. But the diapers inside (he'd checked, an odd feeling in his gut, like imagining razor blades in candy) seemed fine. Old-fashioned, maybe, and not like Pampers or Huggies or whatever they were called. But not...dangerous.