[With the oven door open, the smell of burnt baked goods is that much stronger and Ranka takes a small step back in surprise. Even her hair responds, the ends flying up and out in line with her reaction. Yeah, those were probably beyond saving.]

Maybe they'll taste better than they look?

[Even as she says this, she knows it's futile but it's not like she can just outright compare them to charcoal, that'd be mean!]

What were you trying to make? Maybe if we work together we can figure out what went wrong.