conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  AFTER WE WERE EXILED, a harsh world awaited my brother and me in the Alpes. Our family was able to use their connections to continue doing trade, but my brother and I were disowned, left with no one to rely on.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “We have to hang in there, Lene.”
conversations.prefix: Brother:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I know…” I understood this was a fitting punishment for what we’d done, but the two of us needed a way to make a living, regardless. After much asking around, we were lucky enough to find an inn willing to let us be live-in staff. The innkeeper was a cranky man, but he was kindhearted. My brother and I would never forget the debt we owed him for taking the two of us in. At the inn, my brother handled customers and office work, while I cooked. My brother had always been the amicable sort, so he quickly got used to the work. I did my best too.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “…I’ll write you a letter of introduction.”
conversations.prefix: Innkeeper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  After some time, the innkeeper referred us to our next place of employment. Our original agreement had only been for us to work at the inn until we saved up enough money, so it was a stroke of fortune to have another opportunity land in our laps. What’s more, he was introducing us to a famous, high-class Alpecian restaurant. I knew this was the time to go all out. At first, all I did was handle odd jobs. I had to learn how the restaurant and people worked before I tried anything. My chance came soon, however. Once a month, the restaurant held a contest where the employees submitted their own self-made dishes. I took the opportunity to use one of the recipes I’d gotten from Rae.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What is this flavor? !"
conversations.prefix: Judge 1:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I’ve never eaten anything like this before!”
conversations.prefix: Judge 2:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  What I made was shrimp and broccoli mayonnaise stir fry. Mayonnaise was still rather uncommon—even in Bauer, only Broumet had adopted it—so my dish was well received. The recipe was added to the restaurant’s official menu, and I was put in charge of preparing the core components. From there on, my streak of good luck continued. The shrimp and broccoli mayonnaise stir fry dish became an overnight sensation, bringing in a flood of customers. One was a wealthy gourmand by the name of Edgar, who was thinking of someday opening his own ideal restaurant. He offered me money multiple times to one day run that restaurant, but I dismissed it for a scam at first, thinking it sounded too good to be true. I had my brother, who was studying clerical work and Alpecian law, investigate Edgar a bit—and it turned out he was indeed a famous gourmand, and had invested in a number of chefs who went on to establish their own restaurants. My brother and I decided to take up Edgar’s offer.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “We did it, Lene.
conversations.prefix: Brother: