James walked into the living room a few minutes ago, and signed "bread". I said and signed "Do you want bread?" back. He shook his head "no", and walked into the kitchen, looking over his shoulder at me. I followed him, and he stopped in front of the toaster, pointing to it.
"Oh," I said. "My toast is ready." I took the rye toast out and put it on a plate.
James smiled and went back to his room.