When Sunshine turns and sees the ruined pastry, her first thought is that it must have collapsed on its own. It's happened before, especially when she was first getting the hang of it. She knows her business well enough that it shouldn't have happened, but what other explanation could there be?

Oh. She surveys the damage, eyebrows creeping up her forehead. So here's another explanation: a very tiny person broke her masterpiece and then scrambled off, leaving a trail of berry filling behind them.

"Okay," she says quietly, following the little trail of footprints, "come on out and face the music, little person."