conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Dole, a good-looking man with golden hair like Claire’s, opened the carriage door. “Hello, Claire. Hello, students. Pardon me for not disembarking.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hello, Father. What need have you of me? We are shopping for the Academy Knights.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hmm? Do I need a reason to call my daughter over if I spy her in passing?” Dole said indifferently.
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Father…I am busy.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I can’t imagine you have any business that takes priority over me.” Dole cocked his head to the side. It was like any conversation between parent and child, but for better or worse, Dole was the epitome of an aristocrat. “If you must go shopping, hop on. I’ll even let you commoners ride with us, just this once.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “We aren’t going to the noble neighborhood.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s all right. It’s an aristocrat’s duty to see how the other half lives every so often.” And so we piled into Dole’s carriage, which was pulled by three horses and large enough to comfortably seat five people. I didn’t know if it came equipped with some sort of suspension system, but the ride was surprisingly smooth. At first, no one spoke. Misha and Lene were so clearly nervous that I felt sorry for them.
conversations.prefix: Dole: