conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hmmm…”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What is it, Lene?” The three first-year Academy Knights—Claire, Misha, and myself—were in the dormitory kitchen with Lene, coming up with recipes for the cross-dressing café. The boys weren’t with us, not because they thought women were inferior or anything, but because the princes had never cooked a day in their princely little lives, making them useless for this project. I personally thought they should at least stop by, though. “This flavor…I think I’ve tasted it before.”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Really? Well, I think she makes pretty good food for a commoner.” Since we wanted something simple, I’d started by making some sandwiches, which were easy to iterate on. I began with a standard egg salad sandwich, which was what Lene was contemplating. “Have I cooked for you before, Lene?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No, I don’t think so. But the sauce on this sandwich reminds me of something I’ve had before.”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Oh no.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, this must be mayonnaise,” Claire said smugly.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You know what this is, Miss Claire?” Misha asked her.
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It’s the new sauce they announced at Broumet. It has a nice mellow taste with a moderate acidity.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Why would Rae know how to make something like that?” Lene peered at me, mystified. I had been careless.
conversations.prefix: Lene: