The Six-Cup Stadium

I scrambled up the pantry stool onto the wooden prep counter and spotted a clean six-cup muffin tin! Six smooth, round metal hollows were waiting side by side like tiny empty armchairs. A team bench with nobody sitting on it? Not on my watch! I threw both arms wide open and wiggled straight into the center cup. The cool metal hugged my round tummy in a snug little circle. I gave a bouncy shimmy, and the thin tin answered with a satisfying, hollow *thump*. One seat officially claimed!