human
Subaru:  Subaru gave the flying ball of floof a grateful high five.
gpt
Ram:  Ram side-eyed them as she crouched beside a tiny creek far too quiet to be called a proper mountain stream.
human
Subaru:  “The path was treacherous, but at least we secured our ingredients,” he said. “We somehow managed to get the mushrooms and the fruit seeds, and we already know where the flowers are. We’re in surprisingly good shape.”
gpt
Ram:  “I thought I told you it wasn’t dangerous, Barusu. You just made it more difficult than it needed to be.”
human
Subaru:  “Urrrg—I can’t argue with that…”
gpt
Subaru:  As he rinsed his swollen right hand in the cool creek and patted the dirt off his tracksuit, he had only just gotten himself back to the state he was in when they first set out. Just as he rinsed off the Shooting Stars he’d used to forage the mushrooms, he said, “While we’re here, I might as well map out this river.” Eyeing the bends of the river, Subaru pulled a sheet of paper and something similar to a crayon out of his pack. Then he began sketching. His crayons only came in basic colors, but his drawing of the river was still well done. And he didn’t forget to jot down little notes in Japanese here and there.
human
Ram:  “You’ve been doing that ever since we got on this mountain. What kind of game is that?”
gpt
Subaru:  “It’s not a game. It has a purpose!” Subaru rebuked the peeping Ram as he fished for his lunch parcel. He then thrust the fresh drawing in her face and said, “Look, it’s a map. When a person explores uncharted territory, he draws a map. If there’s documentation of where everything is, future travelers can avoid falling into the same traps, y’know?”
human
Ram:  “Well, that’s clever. But will this map ever need to be used? If I run out of tea, I’ll just come up here to get more ingredients myself. Rem can, too, if I just tell her what I need.”
gpt
Subaru:  As Ram questioned the necessity for the map, Subaru rolled it up with a sheepish smile. “Just a hypothetical…” Subaru began.
human
Ram:  “What kind of hypothetical?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Let’s say you run out of tea again and you’re so sick you can’t get out of bed. And, by coincidence, Rem is away and Roswaal is out somewhere, too. So, oh, goodness gracious me, you’d have nobody to ask for help!