conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “The girls sure are openly flirtin’, eh? You think maybe people are more accepting of this kind of thing now?”
conversations.prefix: Customer 1:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I dunno about that. Sure would be nice, though.”
conversations.prefix: Customer 2:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Why’s that? You want to do the same?”
conversations.prefix: Customer 1:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “…Shut up.”
conversations.prefix: Customer 2:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Heh, that doesn’t sound like a no.” Some conversation was being had in the peanut gallery, but their voices didn’t reach us.
conversations.prefix: Customer 1:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Grow some guts already, Loretta!”
conversations.prefix: Pepi:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh yeah?! Guts to do what, then?!”
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Guts to, I dunno, marry me or something!”
conversations.prefix: Pepi:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’ve been ready to marry you from the moment I fell in love with you, you idiot!”
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Huh?”
conversations.prefix: Pepi:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Uh…” The onlookers began cheering all at once. How embarrassing. I’d said something stupid in my drunken stupor. But it was too late to take back my words. I downed the remaining mead in my cup and, with my face burning red, hugged Pepi.
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Once our lives have calmed down a bit, let’s get married, Pepi.”
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “…Okay.” The sight of her smiling at me, tears in her eyes, was the last thing I remembered from that night.
conversations.prefix: Pepi: