human
Subaru:  “…Now this is a breakfast fit for nobility… I was worried it was going to be some weird out-of-this-world thing.” Subaru, worried that any strange thing could potentially be served here, was considerably relieved. When he looked all around, he couldn’t place anything in particular that seemed to pose physical or mental danger. His enthusiasm rising, Subaru leaned back against the chair, making it creak. The sound echoed throughout the dining room, bringing a hint of annoyance to the girl’s soothing face.
gpt
Subaru:  Wanting to see her soothing face break down further, Subaru, full of mischief, decided to move his butt all around the chair. However, before he could do so, a new individual entered the dining hall
human
Clown:  “Ohhh my. You certainly seem raaather spry. That is good, veeery good.” He was a tall man, at least half a head above Subaru’s height, wearing his dark blue hair long to nearly cover his entire back. But his body seemed not so much slender as delicate, with his skin color ghastly pale. Combined with the look of his face, he somehow seemed like some sort of pretty boy. The effect was further accentuated by his left and right eyes being different colors, the first yellow, the other blue. —Well, it might have if he wasn’t decked out in that weird outfit and makeup that made him look like a clown.
gpt
Subaru:  “…Man, you hired a jester to entertain us before breakfast? I’ll never get how rich folks think.”
human
Beatrice:  “I have some idea what you must be thinking, but I shall not get in the way.” Beatrice watched and commented.
gpt
Subaru:  “Don’t be that way, Betty. We’re friends, right? Let’s do some more small talk.”
human
Beatrice:  “What kind of relationship do you and I have, I wonder? Also, do not speak my name so casually.” The girl snubbed him with a shrug and withdrew from the conversation.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru scowled at her behavior as the clown walking into the dining hall opened his eyes wide, looking at both her and Subaru.
human
Clown:  “Oh my, it is raaare to see Beatrice here. Is it not fortuitous thaaat you decided to share a meal with me after so looong?”
gpt
Beatrice:  “If that man over there is the only optimist, wouldn’t that already be too many, I wonder? I wait for Puckie and Puckie alone.” Brushing off his chummy statement, the girl—Beatrice—shifted to behind the clown.