conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "WHEW…"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Are they asleep?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yep, out like a light." I returned to the living room after putting the children to bed to find Claire waiting for me. Having finished bathing, she was already in her pajamas, sitting alone at the living room table and enjoying what seemed to be a drink. On the table sat a bottle that held about a liter of a tawny liquid.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What’s that, Miss Claire? I thought we were out of juice." I had plans to go to the market for some more tomorrow.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "This? It’s alcohol."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Huh?" I froze. Alcohol? As in, alcohol-alcohol? "Miss Claire! You can’t be drinking that!"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Hm? Why not?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Because you’re under twenty!"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Okay? And?" Claire looked at me quizzically, after which I remembered—the drinking age in the kingdom was fifteen. In other words, we could drink with no legal repercussions whatsoever. In fact, we had good reason to, as some kinds of alcohol were cheaper than water—though I suspected what Claire was drinking was of the premium variety.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "It was a gift from Lambert. It’s quite quaffable."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "How nice of him. Try not to drink too much though; it’s not good for your health."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I know. Always in moderation."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I suspected Claire had been drinking at aristocrat parties and other social events since before she was of legal age. She probably knew her limits better than I did. "How about I make some snacks to go along with the drink?" I offered.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "No need for that. Just come join me."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I saw no reason to refuse, so I fetched a glass and sat down with her. She poured me some of the drink, which looked like mead. "Cheers, Rae."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Cheers." After clinking glasses, I gingerly brought the alcohol to my lips. While mead contained honey, it wasn’t necessarily sweet, as the fermentation process broke down the sugars. It was closest to beer in terms of taste, although beer wasn’t really ever sweet, so perhaps that was a poor comparison. This mead seemed to have spices mixed with it—perhaps cinnamon? Claire was right; it was quite quaffable. An uncomplicated yet delicious drink. "How is it?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Delicious. Not harsh at all."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Isn’t it? Lene remembered the brewery I was fond of and had Lambert deliver it."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Oh, really." That was Lene for you. Even if she was no longer Claire’s maid, she still respected Claire as her master. With gratitude toward Lene in our hearts, we drank glass after glass.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Hey, Rae… This is happiness, isn’t it?" Claire spoke softly, as if in a dream.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Huh?" I looked at her in confusion, only to see her whole face lit up in a smile.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "There’s you, and May, and Aleah… Every day feels like I’m living in a dream."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "It’s not a dream. This is the future you’ve earned."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "The future we’ve earned."
conversations.prefix: Claire: