We're supposed to be doing Saturday chores but I've become distracted by reading Raymond Chandler's letters and then I hear the sound of Johnny still doing chores (clattering bottles in the cellar) so I call out:
Fan: I suppose I should get dressed?
Johnny: For the freezer?
Fan: ? to go out
Johnny: shall I check?
Fan: ? puts book down and stands at top of stairs
Johnny: No. We don't need any.
Johnny: Bread. You wondered if we needed bread.