human
Subaru:  "It’s not good to be picky about your food, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to make you eat lots and put that whole business to rest.”
gpt
Subaru:  "So you relied on a memory you’d eventually forget anyway and decided to correct my likes and dislikes. But what do you mean, this opportunity…? Is today some kind of special day or something?”
human
Nahoko:  "Heh, you’re so naive, Subaru. The day that is today…no, any day, any hour is precious time that will never return again in your life, so today may not be special, but it’s special in its own way…”
gpt
Subaru:  “You can, um, stop now.”
human
Kenichi:  Kenichi wedged himself into the conversation, throwing him for a bit of a loop.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru sat down with resignation on his face. Then the first thing he did was push the plate packed with green peas away from him. "Anyway, I’ll accept the feelings you felt for me on their own merit…but I’ll pass on the green peas. I’m not eating these things even if it’s Armageddon.”
human
Kenichi:  “Sheesh, that kind of like-and-dislike stuff will be a big hindrance to life down the road. Ah, Mom, there’s some tomato in my salad. I hate tomato, so give me something else to eat.”
gpt
Nahoko:  “That’s my father for you, damn it…the first part of what he says has nothing to do with the second.”
human
Narrator:  The husband passed the tomato in his salad on to his wife, stealing the boiled egg from her salad in turn. Such trades between husband and wife were always occurring in the Natsuki residence. Glancing sidelong at that, Subaru pressed his hands together over everything on the menu except the green peas, which that morning consisted of tofu, miso soup, and honey toast heavy on the honey.
gpt
Subaru:  “I think you’re always doing this, but why the eclectic Japanese-style food?”
human
Kenichi:  “Mom used seaweed as an ingredient in the miso soup. I like strawberry jam on my toast, too.”
gpt
Narrator:  The reply was not an answer, nor was it consistent with that day’s menu. If he pointed that out, Nahoko would no doubt simply give him a mystified look. Accordingly, Subaru didn’t trouble himself with pointing it out.
human
Subaru:  “Mm, this miso soup… That’s Mom for you. You’ve gotten better at this behind my back, haven’t you?”
gpt
Kenichi:  “You can tell? Actually, I recorded a thirty-minute cooking channel video yesterday over lunchtime.”
human
Nahoko:  “No way she watched it.”
gpt
Narrator:  Kenichi’s statement felt strongly appropriate to the moment, and Nahoko’s reply felt incongruous with equal strength. Furthermore, if Nahoko’s statement were dragged in line with the truth, it would likely go from her having recorded the show to her having only recorded it, most likely never to consider it again.
human
Kenichi:  “Setting that aside, what are you gonna do about this plate of green peas? I tried to pass it to Daddy, Daddy passed it to Mom, and Mom passed it to me, and we’ve been going around in circles…”
gpt
Nahoko:  “But Mom hates green peas.