conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “The sandwiches have things I suggested, like mayonnaise and mustard.” Mayonnaise wasn’t that hard to make, and even commoners had access to the ingredients.
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes, I followed Rae’s instructions! Please try it.” Mom said, holding a sandwich out to Claire.
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Claire looked concerned but hesitantly took a bite. "It’s delicious!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Well, well, well. That’s a relief. This mayonnaise thing really is delicious.”
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Rae, is it popular in the capital?”
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yeah. It was first introduced by a restaurant called Broumet. Apparently, all the aristocrats are eating it.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Is that right? You must be taking Rae to some fancy places, Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yup.” I wasn’t about to tell them I was the one who’d introduced mayonnaise to this world.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Really?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Anyway, Miss Claire, you’re just lovely today. Is this swimsuit also the fashion in the capital?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I had it tailored just for me. This fabric wrapped around my waist is called a pareo, and they’ve been quite popular this year.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh… How wonderful.”
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Mom, settle down. We don’t need you activating your bad habit right now.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Claire snapped to attention and moved back from my mother. “I know that… Rae, you’re such a bully. And while we’re at it, your swimsuit is…uh…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Mom, don’t sigh like that.” Embarrassingly, my swimsuit had also been issued by the school.
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You’re right about the swimsuit, but more to the point, your mother’s figure is so…so unlike yours.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Don’t say that." Mom chided. “She’s still young.” I don’t know if it was because I was the main character in a game aimed at young women, but my figure was profoundly average. I mean, it wasn’t bad. It was fit enough, and slender, but I looked utterly plain in comparison to Claire’s more mature figure and my mom’s voluptuous curves.
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’m still growing. I’ll get bigger.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Give it all you’ve got.”
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Don’t give me that pitying look—hey, wait a minute…”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Something was happening while we goofed around. Clouds sailed over the sun, and a chill filled the air. Before we knew it, we were surrounded by swirling fog coming in off the sea. Was this…magic?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Rae! Look!”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  She was pointing at the silhouette of a tattered ship, looming through the fog.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Is that…a ghost ship…?”
conversations.prefix: Mom: