gpt
Emilia:  "Nothing puts me more in a cleaning mood than tying a handkerchief around my head."
human
Subaru:  "Now that’s something you don’t see people do nowadays…”
gpt
Rem:  As she climbed the stairs to the third floor of the west wing, Rem quieted herself when she heard the two talking. She pressed her back against the wall and peered down the hallway.
human
Emilia:  "But you know, it’s not that dirty up here. Looks like somebody does a good job keeping it tidy.” Emilia breathed on the windows, then wiped them squeaky-clean with her cloth.
gpt
Subaru:  “Well, we do clean the three wings on a rotation. Plus, the west wing is used way less than the other wings. Like the dance hall. That poor room is long overdue for some company.”
human
Subaru:  “Argh, no luck. This spot is clean, too! Wow, look at me, lamenting how clean it is.” He gave an apathetic shrug.