Parker wasn't really as bothered as she probably should've been about the fuzzball epidemic. As long as they weren't in her nice, neat little apartment, she was good. It had been speculated that she had a mild sort of OCD: everything had its place and she wasn't very happy when they were mixed up. Her back had just gotten to the point where it was healed enough to clean, and she'd celebrated. With cookies. Because why not?
Now it was time for cupcakes and, weirdly, she'd found herself missing Django. He was fun to be around and made her laugh. And he'd been so helpful when she'd gotten hurt. These weren't things she was used to; usually people bothered her, and it was putting her in a strangely good mood. It was... nice, having a friend, she decided as she bounced to the door and opened it, a bowl of batter already in her hands. "Hi! Cupcake time!"