conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "But then I won’t be able to sleep on the same futon as you, Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s fine by me!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You’re so selfish.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Me?! What have I said wrong? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Alas. There was nothing I could do but give in and lay out both futons. “Miss Claire, please lie down first."
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And what are you going to do?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I thought I would make a midnight snack.” I had permission to use the kitchen, after all. I started pulling ingredients from the drawers and cabinets, and measuring out portions.
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “So…you can cook, too?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Of course. I’m a peasant.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh…that’s true.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But lately, I’ve been trying new recipes. It’s actually pretty fun.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Well, that makes sense. It’s a very peasant-like pastime.” Claire sounded like her normal self again, since nothing spooky was happening.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But you’re always right by my side. When do you have time to cook?”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I do it in the middle of the night, when no one is looking.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh, is that…so…” Claire stopped short. “In the middle of the night… In the kitchen?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Does that mean… You are the kitchen ghost?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes! I think it’s me!”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I’m going back to my room!” Claire rolled off her futon and started to leave—only to find her path blocked by a blue object.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Agh! There it is!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Look again, Miss Claire. Say ‘hi,’ Ralaire.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh?” Ralaire was quivering, trying to look cute. I couldn’t keep an eye on her when I was cooking, so I let her out of my bag to roam freely.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “And that gel-like substance?”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes, I think that was likely from Ralaire.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You and your pet really are a nuisance,” Claire moaned with a frustrated expression.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I am sorry for not telling you. Please accept this as my apology.” I held out the dish I made.
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What is this?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It’s a kind of baked good. I hope you like it.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What are you talking about? That you would think I would like anything less than Broumet—” Claire said, but she did take a bite for me. Well, maybe she was just planning to taste it and then spit it out.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh?! It’s delicious! What is this? It’s like cake but thick and creamy inside…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s called fondant au chocolat. It’s chocolate cake with warm, melted chocolate inside.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Chocolate is a novel new ingredient that even Broumet has only recently acquired. How do you know how to cook with it…? Who are you?” Claire looked at me suspiciously, narrowing her blue eyes.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Why, I am nothing but a slave to your love, Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Stop trying to trick me!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Come now. This dish isn’t very good once it cools down, so please finish eating it quickly. I’ll make some tea.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Ugh… Still, this cake is divine. I offer my compliments.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Thank you very much.”
conversations.prefix: Lyza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Once Claire and I were done with our special little tea party, we got to talking. In the end, we wound up sleeping in the kitchen, after all.
conversations.prefix: Lyza: