human
Fourier:  "You must be a member of the Karsten house… Wait. You must be Meckart’s daughter! You are, aren’t you!” he said, pointing to the dagger after he suddenly realized who the girl was.
gpt
Crusch:  The girl gave a resigned sigh and a somber nod. “Yes. It is as Your Highness discerns. I am the daughter of Meckart Karsten, head of the House of Karsten. My name is Crusch Karsten. It was terribly rude of me to not introduce myself first.”
human
Fourier:  “It was my choice to give my name. And my choice to hide my face. There’s no need to start that again. But imagine my surprise—the daughter of the famous Meckart Karsten.” Fourier held the sound of her name in his ears, carved it into his memory.
gpt
Fourier:  “Crusch. A fine name. It fits your gallant and noble bearing.”
human
Crusch:  “Your Highness is too kind. But I thank you.”
gpt
Fourier:  “D-do you take my words for flattery? Ah, yes. I must return this to you.” Unaware that he was staring enamored at the self-effacing Crusch, Fourier coughed, his cheeks felt hot, and he passed the dagger to her in an attempt to focus on something else.
human
Crusch:  She took it reverently, clutching it gently to her chest.
gpt
Fourier:  “It looks like something of a treasure to you."
human
Crusch:  "…It is a gift from my father. To celebrate my birthday, though he warned me to use it carefully.” Her voice was hesitant; perhaps she was still flustered at her episode of mistaken identity.
gpt
Fourier:  Fourier deliberately tried to change the subject so they wouldn’t find their way back to that again. “A dagger for his daughter’s birthday? Even for Meckart, that seems a tad tone-deaf.”
human
Crusch:  “I asked for it. Father asked what I wanted, and I said I wanted the crested dagger passed down by the heads of our house.”
gpt
Fourier:  “Hardly tone-deaf at all! Yes, a dagger is a fine gift. Convenient to have around, daggers!”
human
Crusch:  “You need not bother yourself to spare my feelings, Your Highness. I understand that my tastes are not quite like those of other young ladies.” She gave a somehow ephemeral smile at Fourier’s furious attempts to change his opinion in mid-conversation.
gpt
Fourier:  “What’s wrong with it? It might be one thing if a girl were fixated on the blade itself, trying desperately to obtain it. But that is not what was in your mind, was it? You were taken with the lion crest, weren’t you?