that China is very desperate if he's getting excited about him possibly failing at making scones. [Possibly read as: definitely.]

that China must be scitzophrenic, because he was sure he was just merely testing out his new oven.

if an obsession with firecrackers is a symptom for any sort of disorder.

he should wait until one is lit by his head at the break of dawn to say that.

"No." He is unwilling to point out the fact that he has a lighter. He doesn't want a firecracker exploding in his kitchen.

why he asked for matches if he had a lighter in the first place. "Trust me, I already know. And please, not in the kitchen." He covers--

his ears.

quickly gathers them up and throws them out the window before they can explode! "Out!" He insists. By this time he has forgotten about his--

scones and he still hasn't noticed the burnt smell wafting through the room, or the smoke coming from the oven.

"Probably your bloody firecrackers that almost blasted a hole in my kitchen!" He still doesn't seem to notice what really is the matter.

"I don't care if it's the firecrackers are not, you still almost blew a hole in my kitche--" He was cut short by his oven catching on fire.

"It's your fault for trying to light firecrackers in my kitchen and making me forget!!" He grabs the fire extinguisher from across the room.

puts out the fire and turns off the oven, handing China a charcoal black scone with foam on it. "There. I'm not wasting it." he said blandly

wipes one off and munches on it. "Who knows."

used to his cooking, and he has had several house fires in his kitchen before. No biggie. "Of course I am." He even ventures to take another

wipes off one and hands it to China. "Of course not. Then I'd have to be nagged by you."

to himself, 'mission accomplished' and helps him out the door, leaving him next to the remnants of his firecrackers.

it is not his fault since he was just being nice and letting him have one of his scones. They didn't taste that bad, to him.