human
Oscar:  “Anyway… I never thought she would truly take offense to it.” Oscar eyed his panicked friend, who looked utterly defeated.
gpt
Lazar:  “You know she’s the jealous type. We’re just lucky all the windows stayed intact. Although maybe breaking a few would’ve helped her feel better? I might set aside some panes for her to smash if she needs to.”
human
Oscar:  “She’d be even angrier with you if you did that, Your Majesty. But at the time, she really didn’t seem too bothered by what I let slip…”
gpt
Oscar:  “So you agree that you let something slip,”
human
Lazar:  Lazar was right, though. Tinasha really hadn’t looked that upset. Or maybe she just hadn’t let it show. She’d given her flimsy excuse about a sickness before Oscar had brought that up, however. Something didn’t add up. It was nagging at him. Oscar frowned.
gpt
Oscar:  “I guess I’ll just ask her about it the next time we meet.” He reached for his next set of documents. Privately, Lazar breathed a sigh of relief. Now the baby’s crying sounded much louder than before. A lady-in-waiting had to be walking around with the infant, trying to soothe him. Oscar found that odd, but he returned to his work instead of checking on it.