gpt
Beatrice:  “Betty.”
human
Puck:  “Puckie…” The third presence left in the area, Puck, craned his neck from its position on the edge of his wine cup bathtub. “Betty…did you not enjoy the party tonight?” he asked.
gpt
Beatrice:  “No…that’s not what I was saying. I was more than content, just watching you enjoy yourself. But you reek of alcohol right now, so I’m not going to hug you, I suppose.”
human
Puck:  “Meooow.” Sloshing droplets of alcohol from his glass, Puck sank into the drink. He then gulped the rest of the cup’s contents in one breath then flew out, shaking the mist of alcohol from his entire body. “How’s that?”
gpt
Beatrice:  “Still stinky.”
human
Puck:  “Then how about this?” Puck’s fur quivered as he rolled himself into a glowing ball of light. Then, in the blink of an eye, the cat’s body reformed back to its pre-drinking luster.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Must be handy, having a constitution that prevents hangovers…”
human
Puck:  With a wink at Roswaal’s concise thought, Puck climbed onto Beatrice’s shoulder and said, “Yeah, but in exchange, I don’t get the satisfaction of a full belly of yummy food or drink."