human
Subaru:  “If I plan a party for us, I can bring the liquor up from the cellar, right?”
gpt
Roswaal:  “Aha—well, it was a secret stash anyway. So I might as well let you figure out how to use it up. But I must hand it to you…”
human
Subaru:  “Hand what to me?”
gpt
Roswaal:  “Using a party as a pretense to see Lady Emilia and Rem at their most vulnerable…that’s quite the amorous scheme you’ve concocted there, eh, Subaru?”
human
Subaru:  “That wasn’t my intention, but now you’re making it seem like it was, so please stop? !”
gpt
Roswaal:  “Now, now, now, I don’t hate the idea.”
human
Subaru:  “It’s not what you think!” And while not his original intention, the bud of an ulterior motive took root in Subaru’s heart as he began to plan the party.