A look of abject horror passed over Francis' face. "Eat them? Heavens, why would you do that?!" He pulled the scones away and dumped them in the trash before Arthur could stop him. Really he was saving the man from himself. "Now if you'll just excuse me, I will remake breakfast. It's the least I can do for the love of my life. " he knew Arthur would complain, but he couldn't stop himself from saying such things.