human
Subaru:  "I’m pretty grateful for your skill in cooking and making sweets, gotta say.” With the Felt camp seated directly across from Subaru, he had a front-row seat to Reinhard producing one dish of high-end daisukiyaki after another with incredible skill, before watching all the food disappear into Felt’s stomach. As over five daisukiyaki dishes had already vanished into thin air, where Felt stuffed them into her tiny body struck Subaru as one of the deeper mysteries of life.
gpt
Anastasia:  "Now, now, now, now, now, now—! This is some real, genuine daisukiyaki I whipped up!” But of course, Anastasia had put on quite a performance given her deep knowledge of daisukiyaki. She’d raced between two separate frying pans, successfully creating two hunks of what appeared to be charcoal. It was a valuable life lesson. Enthusiasm alone wasn’t enough.
human
Julius:  "As expected of you, Lady Anastasia. However, I prefer it when the frying time is a little briefer. Though it pains me to add to your time and trouble…”
gpt
Anastasia:  "It’s fine, it’s fine, leave it to me. For a boy, you sure have a delicate tongue, Julius.”
human
Julius:  Unlike Subaru, who urged the cooks to eat their own food and repent for their culinary sins, Julius ate the hunks of charcoal without complaint and only after finishing every last bite did he suggest improvements. Truly, his demeanor toward his liege was chivalry itself. Subaru had absolutely no desire to follow suit.
gpt
Ferris:  "Ahhh, Lady Crusch—! Ferri fried a pretty one. Here, here.”
human
Crusch:  "Why, yes you have. But I shall not be defeated. Ha-ha, behold.” Yes, it was Crusch and Ferris who were involved in relaxed, flirtatious same-sex bonding. That didn’t properly describe their relationship, but this was typical for them, so Subaru decided it would be prudent to not intrude. Either way, as befit their impressive dexterity, the daisukiyaki on their iron plates were remarkable—Ferris had even taken the time to give them kitty ears.
gpt
Ferris:  "Fwoo. Okay, it’s time to make you eat Ferri’s daisukiyaki made with love. Lady Crusch, please open your mouth and say ahhh.”
human
Crusch:  "Eh, eh? Um, errr…a-ahhh…” Thanks to the tender rich-girl aura Crusch gave off, Subaru got the distinct feeling that he should stop watching.
gpt
Wilhelm:  "Mmm…” Turning over the pieces, the Sword Devil groaned as they broke apart and clung to the iron plate. They had probably been left to cook for a bit too long; Wilhelm seemed to be exhibiting unexpected clumsiness.
human
Subaru:  "I feel like I’m seeing something I was never meant to see. But that being the case… Er.”
gpt
Felt:  "Hey, Mister, what you fried looks pretty tasty.” Right as Subaru thought he’d offer Wilhelm a helping hand, Felt cut him off. Her eyes glimmered as she gazed at the Puck-shaped daisukiyaki that Subaru had fried with his own two hands.
human
Subaru:  "Nah, I’m sure your guy can cook palace-chef-level daisukiyaki on an industrial scale already.