gpt
Ferris:  Ferris and Crusch exchanged a glance and then trotted to the entryway.
human
Fourier:  “Ah! Crusch and Ferris!” he said when he spotted them. “Are you both in good health? I’m doing quite well, myself.” Then he smiled with genuine mirth. He was a young man whose eyes appeared guileless despite his years. He had long golden hair and unblemished scarlet eyes, and his canines stuck out ever so slightly. He gave a very likable impression. Sloughing off his rich fur coat, Fourier Lugunica appeared as energetic as ever.
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch made a modest bow to Fourier, who stood imposingly. “Your Highness,” she said, “it is an honor to see you. But what prompts such a sudden visit? Is something wrong? I haven’t heard anything from my father…”
human
Fourier:  “What are you talking about? Was it not precisely the two of you who invited me here? For Crusch’s birthday celebrations? I even brought my invitation. Look!” With many a huff and sigh, Fourier went over to Crusch, who had greeted him so respectfully, and held out a letter.
gpt
Crusch:  She took it, scanned it, and then nodded slowly. “This is indeed an invitation from our house…but, my lord, you seem to have mistaken the most crucial part—the date.