conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "EXCUSE ME. Are you trying to let my skin burn in the sun? Hold the parasol straight." It was Claire who grumpily said this, walking by my side one early summer evening.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  It was just starting to get dark, but the hot sun still beat down on us as we headed back to the dormitories, having finished our daily duties for the Academy Knights.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss Claire. I was just so busy staring at you, I lost control of my hand." I said as I scrambled to fix the parasol.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I couldn’t possibly let Claire’s porcelain skin sustain so much as a single blemish. They didn’t even have any good skin lightening creams in this world.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I have no idea what you’re talking about, but would you mind doing your job?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’m so sorry."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Hmph…" Claire turned her head sharply away with a huff. She was adorable when she glowered.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I would’ve expected her to fling more harsh words my way, but she hadn’t been herself of late. Losing Lene had taken its toll.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Miss Claire."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What is it?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Once school is out, how about I make you something sweet?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Why this, all of a sudden? There’s no need for that."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Even the crème brûlée you love?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "That’s the recipe you gave to Lene, right?" Claire said in a sad voice.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Ah. Here I’d been trying to make her feel better and ended up doing the exact opposite. This wouldn’t do.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Miss Claire."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What is it?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "C’mon, chin up."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I am perfectly fine."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  It was clear that Claire was putting on a brave face, but I couldn’t think of a good way to console her.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Miss Claire."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What is it?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Can I hug you?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What? !"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Oh dear. Coming up blank on other ideas, my brain had gone straight to my own simple, worldly desires.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Of course you may not. What kind of servant asks their master for a hug?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Um? This kind?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Don’t play dumb with me!"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Like the silver lining of a dark cloud, getting angry with me seemed to improve Claire’s mood. This was as good a time as any to say it.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Miss Claire."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "That’s the fourth time you’ve said that. What is it?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I like you."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yes, yes. And I hate you." She shot me down at once.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "That’s strange. I thought my timing was perfect."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Perfect for what? !"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Oh, you want me to say it? Miss Claire, you have such a dirty mind."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You started it!"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  It was perfect. She was warming up to me. I escorted Claire to her dorm room, unlocked the door, and went inside. While unpacking and putting her things away, I noticed something in the letter tray. Inspecting and sorting the mail was another of my jobs as her servant, and I recognized the wax seal.
conversations.prefix: Rae: