conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  To escape the awkwardness, I showed her to my room, carrying the bag with her clothes and other items as we headed up the stairs.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  My bedroom was even smaller than the dorm rooms at school. It was simple, about ten by ten feet wide, and had a bed, desk, and one dresser. As a commoner, even having my own room meant I had it better than most. It would have been different if I had any siblings. I put the bag on the floor and let out a sigh.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “So this is your room, Rae?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s pretty bare, huh?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Well, yes. But there’s something comforting about it.” Claire sat on the bed and looked around. I took the chair from the desk and sat down as well.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Your parents are interesting.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I get that a lot.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Especially your mother. I see where you get it from.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I get that a lot,” I said again. My father was reserved, but he had plenty of common sense, while my mother couldn’t really be said to have any. Not to mention the thing with the clothes… Honestly, though, the strangest thing about my mother was that everyone liked her despite her oddities.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Are you sure you’re okay staying here? There is an inn nearby, you know?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This is fine."
conversations.prefix: Claire: