human
Subaru:  "If you can find a recipe, you could ask Rem to make some.” "Nah, its ingredients are pretty fishy, just like mayonnaise—actually, more than mayonnaise.” Subaru had undergone a succession of hardships in the pursuit of replicating the flavor of his home, which was now a distant memory. It required fresh eggs, quality oil, and the right flavor balance of vinegar, salt, and pepper, as well as patience. After several experiments with Ram and Rem, the successfully replicated mayonnaise became a staple in the Roswaal Manor kitchen. As a mayo freak, it would be no exaggeration to say that bringing mayonnaise into another world was a feat of unparalleled accomplishment to Subaru. “Then again, I’m just your average mayo freak. Having unparalleled isekai knowledge is still a distant dream.”
gpt
Ram:  “I’m sure you’re just spewing nonsense, Barusu, but I got the part where you’re useless at making your dreams come true.”
human
Subaru:  “I’m useless, eh? Strong words…but accurate.” Subaru smiled sheepishly, because Ram was right. Frustrating was probably the apt word here. And as Subaru reflected on himself, Ram narrowed her eyes and scrutinized him. Then she tilted her teacup again, wetting her lips and tongue with the liquid inside.
gpt
Ram:  “I don’t know about a taste of home…but your lack of a taste for tea is the mistake of a lifetime.”
human
Subaru:  “Oh, I have a taste for tea—it just tastes like leaves.”
gpt
Ram:  “The inability to enjoy tea is the loss of a lifetime.”
human
Subaru:  “Is that all life is to you?! Tea? !”
gpt
Ram:  Sighing over Subaru’s shocked outburst, Ram’s red eyes glanced sideways at Subaru. “That’s right. And since you’re so pathetic, Barusu…I’ll have to teach you how to brew a proper cup of tea.” With that declaration, Ram quietly brought her teacup to her lips. And as her promise to personally teach him the art of tea echoed in his mind, Subaru distinctly felt his expression grow softer. He didn’t understand why. She still hadn’t even apologized for what she had put him through that day. But he got the sense that he didn’t mind. Because the closeness between them felt good at that moment. That pesky level of closeness, where they didn’t quarrel, apologize, or even exchange promises of anything significant. With such a relationship, he could look forward to the opportunity to drink a tea he didn’t even care for. That was the thought that filled Subaru’s mind that evening as the tea’s aroma floated in the air.