conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This is Lene Aurousseau. Starting today, she will serve as Miss Claire’s attendant. Lene, introduce yourself.”
conversations.prefix: Maid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “My name is Lene Aurousseau. I am pleased to meet you.”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hmm… I don’t care about your name. I’m sure you’ll quit in a week, anyway.” Miss Claire was two or three years younger than me, and I was seven. She spoke like a much older girl, her spiral curls bouncing cutely as she trained a grumpy expression on me. She was adorable and would have been even cuter if she smiled.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Now then, Miss Claire, Lene will take care of you. Please excuse me.” With that, the senior maid left the room. I would discover later that Miss Claire wasn’t fond of the senior maid and that the feeling was mutual. It wasn’t just the senior maid, either. Most of the maids serving the François household disliked Miss Claire, and my first impression wasn’t exactly the best, either.
conversations.prefix: Maid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Commoner.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “My name is Lene, Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I told you, I don’t care about your name. Commoner, turn into a horse.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “A…horse?” I take back what I said.
conversations.prefix: Lene: