human
Priscilla:  “They wonder, what is this strange cryptid of a man standing beside our beautiful princess?”
gpt
Al:  “Well, wouldn’t it be faster if ya just told them yourself, Princess?”
human
Priscilla:  “Mind the way you speak to me, Al. Even I am not certain how many more times I can laugh off the nonsensical things you say. Don’t earn a person’s disfavor over trivial matters.”
gpt
Al:  “Yeah, sorry, I misspoke. It was like, what kind of servant orders his mistress to introduce him? Sorry, my bad, forgive me chonmage.”
human
Priscilla:  “Very well, I shall forgive you. However, you must tell me later what chonmage is.”
gpt
Al:  Al heaved a sigh of relief after escaping Priscilla’s wrath. Then he proceeded to explain who he was to the peasants—exaggerating, approximating, and humorizing the story of how he came to be under Priscilla’s employ. “Princess Priscilla is a wonderful woman. She is much like a goddess to me.”