human
Fourier:  He turned to the flower bed and pointed to the immature bud in the corner. “I do not know what you were seeing, but when you looked at that sprout I knew your heart. Because, I am sure, it is the same as mine!”
gpt
Fourier:  “S-so… So don’t blame yourself for being different from others. It means nothing, and it is unimportant. We may have our differences, but if we see the same beauty in the same things, then all will go well for us!” Fourier thrust his fist into the air, exclaiming, “How about that?” in a show of excitement. Crusch was wide-eyed, overwhelmed by his ardor.
human
Crusch:  Silently, as if drawn along, she looked at the flower bed, too. Then she said, “I came here today to see if that had flowered yet.”
gpt
Fourier:  “I thought as much. You were observing it with such interest.”
human
Crusch:  Crusch was confused. “Is this not the first time Your Highness has seen me here?”
gpt
Fourier:  “Oh! Uh, no, it is the first time! I was just…speaking on intuition! Yes, that’s it!”
human
Crusch:  Crusch didn’t press Fourier about these strange remarks, only smiled. Quietly, she said, “If you think we see the same beauty in the same things…” Her face relaxed. “Then, my lord, when this bud blooms, may I view it with you? To find out if someone as unusual as myself shares your sensibilities?”
gpt
Fourier:  “Oh? Oh! You may! You certainly may. I would enjoy that!” Fourier answered in a fit of ecstasy, turning red from the neck up at Crusch’s smiling invitation. Only the flowers—and a single bud—bobbing in the wind stood witness to this odd but amusing exchange.