human
Subaru:  “If that happened, I could use this map to get your ingredients.” It really was a one-in-a-million scenario—a remedy that should only be used as a last resort. “If this map gives us insurance and peace of mind, it’s served its purpose.”
gpt
Subaru:  It didn’t matter if it never needed to be used. However, on the off chance it was needed, Subaru would be grateful to his past self for making it. He made the lifesaving tool, hoping it would never need to be used. That paradoxical clash of logic and sense of purpose existed in many things.
human
Ram:  Ram fell silent in thought. She looked faintly surprised.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru scratched his head, baffled by the uncharacteristic reaction. The declaration he had just made could be rather embarrassing if taken the wrong way. “W-well, anyway! I’m just making this so if I get lost, I’ll be able to make it home in one piece. When you put survival first, you’ve gotta take on your fair share of hardships.” Babbling quickly to cover his embarrassment, Subaru slid the rolled-up map into his back pocket. When he returned to the mansion, he would need to make a clean copy of it, including his notes in Japanese. Even though this was his first time making a map outside a game, it was at least serviceable. A mediocre attention to detail was one of the underconfident Subaru Natsuki’s strong suits.
human
Subaru:  Clapping his hands to reset the mood, Subaru said, “Okay, let’s eat lunch. If I don’t eat something fast, my stomach’s gonna stick to my spine!”
gpt
Ram:  “Fair point—yes, let’s have lunch.” She proceeded to pull out a parcel. Then, after a few moments in silent thought, she said, “Since you were uncharacteristically thoughtful, Barusu, I’ll give you a little reward.”
human
Subaru:  “Uh, what’s with the ‘uncharacteristically’ bit? You’re making me nervous—downright queasy, so I’d rather not get your reward.”
gpt
Ram:  “Oh dear, my horn scar is suddenly throbbing with pain. I think I might have a fever, too.”
human
Subaru:  “Way to use my goodwill against me! Okay, fine! I’ll take your damn reward! Hit me with your best shot!”
gpt
Ram:  “No need to howl at me. I was just going to give you the largest share of lunch.” In her left hand, Ram held up the wrapped food parcel to the wishy-washy Subaru. It was about the size of a child’s fist, and upon seeing it, Subaru sighed in relief.
human
Subaru:  “Way to freak me out. I had no idea what you meant. But that’s a perfectly acceptable size—in fact, it’s basically a normal size.”
gpt
Ram:  “True. Anyway, this is yours.” And just as Subaru’s guard lowered, Ram took the actual parcel that she had been hiding with her right hand and shoved it into his face. Seeing it was the size of a child’s head, Subaru was speechless.
human
Ram:  “And by the clumsy shape, this one was unmistakably made by Emilia.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Thanks, Captain Obvious!"