When I walked to the kitchen, I could see that Greg is doing something. While looking at it, I couldn't understand what, and when I asked, "What are you doing."
"Food," he said, and while I started observing him more and more, he said when he had done, "what they are doing."
"Sleeping," I said, and when he nodded, he said, "can you check carrots if they are still hard."
"Ok," I said, and when he had done all I checked, and while feeling that they are hard, I said "still."
"Ok," he said, and after a few seconds, he added, "behind you lower shelve on the right if I'm not mistaken, flour is."
"Ok," I said, and when I take it out, he grabbed it, and while he added it all to the bowl, he said, "two eggs."
