Not that I'm overtly in Jane's camp, but for point of reference: Many moons ago while in France with four classmates as part of a student exchange trip, we cobbled our francs (pre-Euro) together and purchased a gateau au chocolat from a patisserie. Cake in hand, we opted to have an impromptu picnic and headed to a waterside park. Very european and romantic, no? One small detail overlooked: no cutlery. Thus, we just started digging in with our hands and scooping out hunks and shoveling them into our mouths. At this point, we realized that the cake was *heavily* dusted with cocoa, to the point that had brown dust all over our faces, arms, clothes, and hair. And no napkins. So, after the cake was demolished, I elected to do what any clever young 17-year old might do, and ambled down to the riverside to cup the water in my hands and have a crude wash-down. Except, clever 17-year old me misjudged his balance, and proceeded to tumble into the river. Thankfully, not treacherously deep, but enough to provide an adequately embarrassing drenching.
So, in comparison, it really didn't look like Jane had *that* much cocoa on her cakes.