text: Liz: Hey. Where do you a whisk?
  Harry: A what?
  Liz: The thing you make omlettes with :-)
  Harry: No idea. Ask Lora. She's the queen of the kitchen :-p
  Liz: <file_photo>
  Harry: Feel like an omlette for breakfast? How did you sleep?
  Liz: I've slept wonderfully. This fresh air in the village is amazing. And I'm starving now. Literally starving. I last ate 20 hours ago!
  Harry: Sorry I can't help you with that thingy. Contact Liz or take whatever you want from the pantry. 
  Liz: The kingdom is mine?
  Harry: Yes, at least until 5pm :-)
  Liz: Ok. I should survive somehow.
  Harry: I'm sure you will. Bon apetite :-)
target: Liz needs a whisk to make an omelette for Harry but she needs to ask Lora where it is.