human
Beatrice:  She gulps down the rest of her drink as she stood, then with a bow, she retired to the balcony.
gpt
Ram:  Out on the balcony, Subaru, Emilia, and Rem were already fast asleep in a cuddle puddle. Ram draped a blanket over each of them one by one: Emilia’s with care, Rem’s with love, and Subaru’s with smothering intent. "Kids who can’t hold their liquor sure are cute, aren’t theyyyy? Subaru may have put on a brave face, but I do believe he passed his tolerance.”
human
Roswaal:  “It’s like a thread snapping, I suppose. His footing and manner of speech were jumbled from the start…but he’s always a clown. It’s no wonder I didn’t notice something was different.”
gpt
Ram:  “For all your scorn, you certainly did offer him some support—as if you knew he would collapse. So I can only assume you did notice the difference…am I wrong?”
human
Roswaal:  ""
gpt
Roswaal:  “Now, now, don’t give me the evil eye. It was merely an innocent joooke.”
human
Beatrice:  Beatrice heaved a long, tired sigh at the unsubtle teasing in Roswaal’s tone. It was a heavy, weak sigh that reflected their long years of association.
gpt
Roswaal:  And at this action that did not reflect her youthful appearance, Roswaal shrugged his shoulders and said, “So am I to understand that this evening was not to your liking?”
human
Beatrice:  “Did you think it would be to my liking, I wonder? This drunken debauchery… Betty detests disturbances of the peace. As such, this party was the most loathsome thing I had the displeasure of experiencing.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “Was it, though? Based on your recent behavior, I have a hard time swallowing that. Haven’t you merely resigned yourself to the solitary silence that you call peace, while in actuality, you—”
human
Beatrice:  “Roswaal.” Beatrice nipped Roswaal’s serious voice and gaze in the bud. An uncomfortable silence flowed between the two.