human
Ferris:  “I love you, Lady Crusch.”
gpt
Crusch:  “—? And I you.”
human
Ferris:  He was repeating himself, but it calmed him down and made him feel better. He was about to embark on a very difficult conversation. “Well, uh, this is just Lord Meckart’s opinion, and Ferri wouldn’t want mew to meowstake this for agreement, but…”
gpt
Crusch:  “This is an awfully roundabout way to start a conversation. Fine, I understand. And what is my father’s opinion?”
human
Ferris:  “Yes, well, it will be your birthday soon, milady…” He had laid all the groundwork and was about to come to his point when—
gpt
Fourier:  “—Crusch, are you there?! I am in dire distress! Crusch, show your face!”
human
Ferris:  “—? !” Ferris stiffened with surprise at the bellow that rang through the hallway.
gpt
Crusch:  In front of him, Crusch was looking up and cocking her head at the voice. “I hesitate to believe it, but was that His Highness Fourier just now?”
human
Ferris:  “I—I don’t care if he is a prince,” Ferris fumed. “How could he spoil my perfect moment…?”
gpt
Fourier:  “Crusch! Aren’t you there? I said this is a crisis! Come quickly, or I shall wither for loneliness!”
human
Crusch:  “That’s him, all right,” Crusch said. The initial shock had passed, and the second exclamation was more than enough to verify the voice’s owner.