text: Helen: How are you, love? Enjoying work?
  Ralph: Don't rub it in! Just cos you've got this week off!
  Helen: I was in the mood for something a bit exotic for dinner. How do you fancy a Tagine?
  Ralph: I've no idea, what is it?
  Helen: You are so unsophisticated! It's a Moroccan casserole, cooked in a special pot with a pointy lid.
  Ralph: Oh, you mean you're actually going to use your brothers present after all these years?
  Helen: Yes, it's been cluttering up the kitchen, it's time it saw some action! Anyway, I need ras- el-hanout, at least I think that's how it's spelled, it's a special spice mix. The corner shop won't have it and I don't feel like trekking 10 miles to Sainsbury's. Thought you could pick it up later.
  Ralph: I will, but won't it be a bit late to add it at 7 when I get home?
  Helen: Shit! Yes, didn't think of that! Oh, also, I don't have any lamb neck fillets either! 
  Ralph: I suppose we'd better have beans on toast instead, then!
  Helen: Seems so! I'll cook it another time. See you later!
target: Helen has this week off work. She plans to cook Tagine, but she doesn't have ingredients. Ralph's coming back at 7 pm.