human
Emilia:  “Subaru, look! Look how prettily it turned over! I’m so proud of it! Eat up!”
gpt
Beatrice:  “I suppose it came out well enough. Subaru, I went through all the trouble of frying this daisukiyaki, so you might as well eat it.” Emilia’s face was one big smile, whereas Beatrice’s was a little shy as both served up some curious-looking daisukiyaki, which they themselves had cooked and which now sat on the iron plates before them.
human
Subaru:  “Both of you should learn to taste your own cooking before serving it to people.” Following Subaru’s rather sound advice, the pair did as he suggested and promptly writhed in agony. Incidentally, Subaru could boast about his okonomiyaki to an extent, but he was not the most skilled in the Emilia camp.
gpt
Otto:  “Lady Emilia, Beatrice, both of you can have some of what I fried. Ahhh! Lady Emilia, frying it too lightly will ruin your stomach. Beatrice, you used too much sauce!” Thanks to Otto’s feverish efforts, the Emilia camp was at least able to secure a decent breakfast. Glancing at the spectacle, Subaru shifted his gaze to the homemade cooking of the other camps.
human
Servant:  “Lady Felt, I have prepared the next dish.”
gpt
Felt:  “Ohhh, nicely done, nicely done. Looks like at this rate, you’re gonna be fryin’ lots.