conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  It was a refreshing change from the usual sights of the Academy, where both nobles and commoners dressed to the nines. Claire frowned occasionally at the sight of the commoners but didn’t ultimately complain. “How about here?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What is this?”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s a haunted house.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Absolutely not!” Claire tried to run away, but I held her hand. “Hey, Miss Claire. Are you scared of ghosts?”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “N-no, that’s not it. I’m just not interested in childish tricks!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Okay, okay. Sorry. Two Academy student tickets, please.” Brushing off Claire’s complaints, I signed us up to go in. “Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Wh-what do you want?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “If you get scared, you can hold on to me.”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Don’t be stupid… Agh!” But Claire was already clinging to me. Mission successful. “That was terrifying…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Thank you for letting me witness such an adorable side to you, Miss Claire.” As we emerged from the haunted house, I was supporting Claire, whose teeth were chattering.
conversations.prefix: Lene: