human
Fourier:  “Why do you still wear men’s clothes even now? Where’s your skirt?! Your dress?! What about our promise that you would adorn your hair with precious gems, surround yourself with flowers?”
gpt
Ferris:  “Your Highness, Your Highness, that promise is taking on a life of its own!” Ferris protested.
human
Ferris:  “My apologies, Your Highness. It is very true that the events of two weeks past remain firmly in my heart. But I have spent so long in men’s outfits. I hope you will give me some time to ready myself. And of course, for my birthday celebration tomorrow—I do promise.”
gpt
Fourier:  “Hmm… I have your word on that?”
human
Ferris:  “That depends on whether you believe I’m one to betray my promises to Your Highness.”
gpt
Fourier:  Fourier was left with no choice but to back down.
human
Crusch:  Crusch sat easily next to Ferris, across from Fourier, who was adjusting his position on the sofa. "You’ve very much put your heart into this, haven’t you, Your Highness?” she said.
gpt
Fourier:  “I don’t just mean our battle. You’re staying overnight here.”
human
Fourier:  “I was just terrified I might oversleep if I stayed at the castle, so instead I couldn’t get to sleep at all! Here at the mansion, I’ll have plenty of time no matter how late I sleep. How’s that for a bit of princely wisdom?”
gpt
Ferris:  “Seems like overkill. Like planning to meet up with someone and then camping out there the day before.” Ferris said lightly, earning a smirk from Crusch.
human
Fourier:  “On that note, what do you plan to do for the birthday celebration, Ferris? Going to wear a dress?”
gpt
Ferris:  “Oh my, Your Highness, is Lady Crusch not enough for you? Got your eye on Ferri, too? Anyway, sorry. You can look forward to finding out tomorrow.”
human
Fourier:  “A dress, yes… A dress… Say, Ferris, my father seemed more than happy with the dress you picked out, but I worry it won’t quite be appropriate for me…”
gpt
Ferris:  “Lady Crusch, we need you to have the best dress, and the best jewelry, and just all-around look the best you can! And believe me, it’ll be great!”
human
Fourier:  “Yes! Crusch! I’ll be savoring the anticipation!”
gpt
Crusch:  Her amber eyes turned to look out the window, presenting her face in a somehow transient-looking profile.
human
Ferris:  Ferris naturally followed her gaze, and looked up at the night sky.
gpt
Ferris:  The pale, cold half-moon floated against a field of stars. The next day would be Crusch’s birthday. The moonlight shimmered weirdly, as if presaging a great many changes to come.