"Can we get some food?" Leah asks. Rita looks down at her in concern.
"I don't know if that's a good idea. Your tummy is clearly not doing well."
"Yeah, I'm gassy, but I'm also hungry," Leah argues.
"Well...I suppose you did empty yourself out," Rita says with a small smile. "Okay. Let's get something to eat."
Rita changes direction, and Leah eagerly follows her. Her stomach is rumbling loudly, desperate for her to eat something. At least, she thinks that's the cause of her continued gurgling. As they make their way to the place with the most food stands, Leah continues to let out farts, but gradually, less poop comes with them. She feels better with every step, despite the poop slowly building up in her diaper.
They arrive in what is the sort of food court area. Leah announces their arrival accidentally with a trumpeting fart. To her relief, it is a clean fart, with no poop escaping with it. A few people look over, see a diapered toddler, and look away.
"All right, what do you want?" Rita asks Leah. "You look like you might be feeling better."
"I am."
"Then if you think your tummy can handle it, I'm willing to get you something greasy. But if you don't think your tummy can handle it, we should stick to something lighter." Leah thinks for a bit, then decides...