No, we didn't — we didn't have enough around at the time, for me to be able to do that. [ Enough food for her to be able to bake a cake and then eat it all in one sitting, that is; she turns reflective, for a moment, thinking about the Schmidts. Fine people considering, and they'd given her some sense of family where her own couldn't, but it had been a meager life with little excess.

Perhaps that's why she balks at so much of it now, the world her partners tended to inhabit: opulent and fashionable and only the best. (Well, perhaps Solo moreso than Illya, all things considered.) ]

... you're not planning on eating this entire cake in one sitting, are you?