conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "That’s enough, just try it.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “As you say.”
conversations.prefix: Wedge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Rae took the bite without hesitation. Then Rae dramatically licked the spoon clean. Rae had to properly sample the flavor. “Hmm… Not enough cream. I imagine they added too much milk in its place.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What? !”
conversations.prefix: Wedge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “And the sugar on top isn’t properly caramelized. I think whoever made this worked from a perfectly good recipe, but they need more practice.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Y-you! What would you know? !”
conversations.prefix: Wedge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Baron Thompson, I apologize for my poorly mannered servant. And yet, I agree with her appraisal,” Claire said in a calm voice.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, no! I didn’t mean to criticize you, Miss Claire!” Wedge switched to an appeasing voice, but his eyes couldn’t hide his irritation.
conversations.prefix: Wedge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  This was getting tense. Still, Rae was happy. Rae recognized this crème brûlée recipe—he said he had found it in the Alpes? Frater… It was a good name for a restaurant. While Rae contemplated this, a knock sounded at the door. The older servant returned, holding a stack of papers.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Now then, let’s take a look.” With the refreshments cleared away, Claire took the stack of papers.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Rae reached for the accounting books, trying to memorize what Rae saw.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, you may have been appointed to the Secret Service, but you can’t expect me to show my family’s finances to a mere servant,” Wedge complained as Rae opened his ledgers.
conversations.prefix: Wedge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “She is a member of the Secret Service herself. Did you not hear that there were three new inductees?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Th-this servant? !” Wedge’s eyes rolled in agony.
conversations.prefix: Wedge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Is there a problem?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “N-no. Please excuse me.”
conversations.prefix: Wedge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Very well, then. Rae, get started.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes.” Rae began with the ledgers, grateful Rae could count on Claire to come through for Rae.
conversations.prefix: Rae: