Francis decided he agreed though he didn't have experience with other drinks. Right then, a burning smell reached his nose. "Um..." he started just before Arthur jumped into action. He watched with horror as the poor black little charcoal stones came out of the oven, looking no where as good as they had when they went in. It took another second for Francis to jump into action himself. He shooed Arthur away from the scones with an exclamation. "You'll burn yourself. Let me deal with them!" Straight into the trash then.