Another part of my "The Bear" backstory:

One Christmas, Sugar got an Easy-Bake oven. Carmy couldn’t remember if it was something she’d longed for but never got for other Christmases or if some relative had just sort of forgotten that his sister was at the end of Fake Oven Age and kind of at the beginning of Shoplifting Age. Maybe somebody was trying to stop time a little bit, which might have made Sugar roll her eyes and make some withering comment, except maybe she was into it, just a little, and dutifully mixed up the wet-looking, brownie-like “Cake” made with the power of all those lightbulbs or whatever. They guessed it tasted good, but after what the commercial showed, some disappointment was inevitable. “Girl presents are so fun.” Sugar complained. “Not only is the cake not that good, but now I get to wash dishes.”

Carmy wasn’t even listening…just went to that place in his head that he he went to sometimes, holding two little packets of cake mix. “Do you trust me?”

“No!”

He looked so disappointed that she said “I was just kidding,..I’m sure what you do will be fine.” She still had an eye on him as he dug out two big sandwich bags and opened up the white cake mix, too. He mixed it all together together, without anyone telling him to do it, as far as the rest of the family knew. And it was a decent-tasting tiny marble cake, if not as perfect as it would be in a movie.