human
Roswaal:  "We could just keep it beneath the floor, and I could have you reinforce the trapdoor, but that seems such a waste—by the way, Subaru, how do you feel about alcohol? Can you hold your liquor? Or does the mere smell of it make you turn red in the face and mumble I don’t want to go home alone tonight…? Which one aaaare you?”
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru’s brow wrinkled as he answered the marquis’s question. “So the infamous question people get asked at mixers exists in this world, too… Well, I haven’t actually drunk that much before. You can’t drink until age twenty where I’m from.”
human
Roswaal:  “Age twenty? Well, well, how very patient your people must be.”
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru was not actually being dishonest. In his world, he was still underage, so he had no real reason to reach for a bottle of booze. (Also, for the record, he never once attended a mixer.) Subaru Natsuki lived his days utterly devoid of booze, blunts, and babes.
human
Roswaal:  “Oh dear, oh dear, what a surprise. From your personality, I just assumed you would absolutely snatch at a luxury item with eager bravado.”
gpt
Subaru:  “I kinda see what you built me up to be in your mind, but sorry, that’s not even slightly me—well, not exactly. I did grab a puff of my dad’s cigarette once when he wasn’t looking. But…”
human
Roswaal:  “But?”
gpt
Subaru:  “The moment I got it in my mouth, my dad came back and gave me a good thrashing. Then, to make it worse, my mom told me in a spurt of misplaced tough love that I’d stunted my growth…Anyway, cigarettes and the like are very triggering for me.” If he had bad friends, Subaru might have had a bigger connection to alcohol and cigarettes, but luckily, he didn’t have bad friends—or good friends, either. So the opportunity did not arise.
human
Subaru:  “A guy can’t stray off the straight and narrow if he can’t even find it to begin with…heh. What a joke,” Subaru muttered to himself.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Sorry to interrupt your little moment, but I suppose this liquor wouldn’t suffice to reward you?”
human
Subaru:  “Yeah, I guess not. I actually did drink once—this big old guy coaxed me to drink some, and I thought my throat, stomach, and head would burn off. That’s about it.” Since Roswaal seemed eager to gift Subaru the alcohol, he pointed at the box and said, “Is it legal for a guy my age to drink around here? As I said earlier, I’m less than twenty, so I’m underage. I can’t even access NSFW sites without a guardian’s consent.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “I don’t quite understand what you just said, but I get the sense that’s something you shouldn’t look at even with a guardian’s consent…Anyway, back to the liquor—the drinking age in Lugunica is fifteen, so you’re cool.”
human
Subaru:  “Ooh, you’re catching on…”
gpt
Roswaal:  After successfully using a word he’d picked up from Subaru in a sentence, Roswaal continued, “There’s kingdom law, of course, but each fiefdom has its own laws set by their rulers.