human
Tinasha:  She poked her head into the antechamber where Mila stood guard and got the ice from her. As she struggled valiantly to open the bottle.
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar plucked it from her and uncorked it himself.
human
Tinasha:  After a sigh, “I—I suppose I really can’t do anything without my magic, can I…?”
gpt
Oscar:  “Now you know what it’s like. I don’t mind at all. In fact, feel free to drink that lake water every day.”
human
Tinasha:  “I—I don’t know about that…”
gpt
Oscar:  While pouring a glass for himself, “I don’t know why you always decide to take on other people’s messes in the first place. You need to learn how to say no.”
human
Tinasha:  “In Travis’s case, I owed him a debt. He’s the one who told me to put myself in a magic sleep.”
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Oscar:  Oscar’s eyes grew wide.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha gave a tight smile. “It actually hadn’t occurred to me at all to try to find you again… We belonged to different eras, and I had no proof that what you’d told me was true. But Travis told me it was better to give chase than to sit and rot. Bizarrely, he sounded like he didn’t doubt the story at all. Now that I think about it, I wonder if he knew about Eleterria…” For a moment, Tinasha’s gaze turned very distant. It was a look she had often adopted when the two first met, one redolent of loneliness and homesickness. But when she looked back up at Oscar, none of that was present in her expression. “But now I don’t owe him anything anymore. I’m sorry for worrying you.”
gpt
Oscar:  With eyes narrowed, “I see.” As his thoughts led him in that direction, Oscar frowned. “Why did I go back to save you?”
human
Tinasha:  “What?”
gpt
Oscar:  “I’m just wondering what I jumped four hundred years into the past to do. Or was it just a fluke?”
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha shifted uncomfortably to be asked that now, after so long. Reluctantly, she answered, “Because in this time period, I was originally your wife.”
gpt
Oscar:  “You were my… what?”
human
Tinasha:  “Urgh… I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d react like this.” She admitted.
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar was floored. While he still hadn’t taken everything in, he reached across the table and caught up a lock of his sullen fiancée’s hair. “What exactly do you mean by that? Why was I married to you?”
human
Tinasha:  “I don’t know! I guess your taste in women is just that bad!” she cried.
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Oscar:  “That’s not what I mean.