conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “There are a few reasons, but…we should sit down first. Could you follow me to the parlor?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I followed Hilda to the room the academy used to entertain guests. Nothing extravagant, but it was comfortable and furnished well enough.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I’ve come to request your assistance for three reasons. The first is that I desire insight into your extensive culinary knowledge.”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Er, I’m really nothing special, you know?” I liked cooking but didn’t really consider myself an expert. I was nowhere near the level of professional chefs, even in this medieval European-esque world.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You’re far too modest. You’re the brains behind Broumet, are you not?” Hilda’s expression loosened into a smile. She’d done her research.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’ve shared a recipe or two with them, yes, but my cooking skills are nowhere near as good as those who make a living off it.”
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “We can leave the actual cooking to the professionals. What I want from you is your creativity.”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Uh-huh…” She was still giving me far too much credit. I wasn’t particularly creative; I just had knowledge from my old world.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “The second reason is your social skills. In the span of a few months, you’ve managed to forge meaningful connections within the empire, even with Lady Philine herself.”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No…that’s all thanks to Claire.” I said. I wasn’t introverted or anything, but I certainly wasn’t the type to actively expand my circle of friends. Claire, on the other hand, could definitely have been considered a socialite. Almost all of our connections in the empire were her doing.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You two are practically one and the same. Having your support naturally means we’ll have hers, will we not?” she said.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No. I am me, and Miss Claire is Miss Claire.” It might not have sounded convincing coming from me, with how I followed Claire around, but individuals were ultimately just that—individuals. To me, Claire was irreplaceable, and hopefully I was the same to her. For an outsider to reduce us to a package deal was incredibly uncalled for.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Forgive me. I’ll extend my hopes to her directly later, then. The final and most crucial reason why I chose you is that Her Majesty Dorothea has taken an interest in you.”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, now I get it.” In an instant, I grasped the bigger picture.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I’m glad you understand. Yes, the greatest obstacle in our food troubles is Her Majesty herself—more specifically, the fact that she doesn’t recognize the problem exists at all.” Hilda put a hand to her forehead and shook her head, frustrated.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  The reason the empire’s formal cuisine had remained so poor for so long was because its highest authority—the Empress—saw no reason to fix it. Knowing her personality, convincing her otherwise would be a challenge. Hence why the task was being thrust onto me, someone Dorothea had taken a peculiar interest in. How crafty, I thought.
conversations.prefix: Narrator: