human
Priscilla:  She didn’t slow down despite her husband’s shout, instead making straight for the mansion’s entry hall. When she appeared in the hallway...
gpt
Bal:  "Well, now. That’s one cute young lady who’s found us." The words came from a slim young man Priscilla didn’t recognize; Priscilla arched an eyebrow in response. The young man waved at Priscilla with a friendly smile on his face. "You Count Pendleton’s little girl? Is your daddy home toda—?"
human
Miles:  "Bal, ya blathering idiot! Count Pendleton doesn’t have a daughter! Don’t get ahead of yourself!" A smaller man standing beside the chatty newcomer gave him a sound smack on the back of the head.
gpt
Bal:  "Yowch!" the young man yelped, the strike producing an audible whack. "Miles, Brother, what’d ya do that for?! I know my head’s empty, but it’d still be bad news if you cracked it open!"
human
Miles:  "Pipe down! If your head’s empty, then go fill it up before you show your face around here again! And don’t go dragging me into your stupid screwups!"
gpt
Bal:  "Screwups?! Just what exactly are you referring to? What do you think I did wrong?"
human
Miles:  "Count Pendleton only just married a young wife! So use that empty head of yours and try to think! We come to the manor of Count Pendleton, who doesn’t have a daughter, and a young lady appears…"
gpt
Bal:  "Oh! I get it." Finally connecting the dots, the young man nodded and ran a hand through his auburn hair.
human
Miles:  "Took ya long enough," the little man grumbled, shrugging as if he was exhausted. "Two things you always were—slow, and a handful. If I hadn’t been stuck with you since you were a tot, Bal, I swear I’d have cut you loose ages ago…"
gpt
Bal:  "Believe me, Brother, I owe you lots. But haven’t you made a little mistake yourself?"
human
Miles:  "Eh? What did I—? Oh!" At this moment in the conversation, the little man noticed the person who had inspired the entire argument and stiffened.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla—the topic at hand—had been listening to the exchange without a word. As the two visitors turned toward her, she shrugged with her slim shoulders and said, "What’s the matter? Go on. Don’t mind me. Watching two clowns argue is proving quite an amusing spectacle. Go on, go ahead."
human
Miles:  "Grrr… Played like a goddamn instrument by a little girl…"
gpt
Bal:  "Careful, Brother, your language is getting worse. How about we start by apologizing?"
human
Miles:  "Grrr…" The pair started shaking at Priscilla’s words.
gpt
Priscilla:  She hadn’t specifically been seeking to ridicule them, but she was disappointed to have to relinquish these entertaining jesters, who seemed likely to jump and squirm at anything she said. "P-Priscilla, these are my guests. Please don’t have too much fun at their expense…" Priscilla said, interrupted in the act of deciding what to say next by Jorah’s arrival.
human
Jorah:  "Hrmph. Finally caught up, did you?"