conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I made the egg salad just like I always had in my previous life without giving it a second thought. “Er, umm. I think I just happened to make something similar.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Really?”
conversations.prefix: Misha & Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Yes, yes,” I desperately tried to convince them. Sharper readers might have suspected by now that it was I who gave the chocolate and mayonnaise recipes to Broumet. While the plan to make a fortune from conditioner hadn’t enticed me, I had still been transported to a medieval-Europe-inspired world that lacked what I considered basic amenities. The salary I got as Claire’s maid was by no means meager, but the profits of selling a recipe to a fine-dining restaurant, where the price of a full-course meal was half a year’s salary for a commoner, was far more than I could make working any other job. I was trying to save money in preparation for the future. If I was here to stay in the game world, the best-case scenario was that Claire would go bankrupt, and the worst-case scenario was that she would be executed. I had to prevent that either way, and so I needed money. Money that Claire couldn’t know about. “Next, we have sandwiches with a bunch of different fixings.” To cover for my mistake, I moved on to the roast beef sandwich. I’d added thinly sliced vegetables and basil sauce on top, as well as a bit of spice.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This is delicious. The egg sandwich was nice and simple, but this tastes much fancier.”
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You’re doing good work for a commoner.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Thank you very much.” Both Misha and Claire enjoyed it. I had them try ham sandwiches and vegetable sandwiches, too, and they seemed to like all of them. But Lene appeared to be thinking hard.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What is it, Lene?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Rae, can I speak to you for a minute?” We stepped out of the kitchen together. “The new recipes at Broumet are coming from you, aren’t they, Rae?” Uh oh. This was a problem.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What? Of course not. I told you. The mayonnaise was just a coincidence.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s not all. Everything you make is extraordinarily similar to the dishes Broumet serves.” Lene wasn’t giving up. Unlike me, Claire had bought her Broumet dishes to taste before.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You’re imagining it.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You used something that gave it a little kick, didn’t you? That was pepper from the Eastern country, wasn’t it? Miss Claire mentioned it before.”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Well, I heard about it from Miss Claire, too,” I was sticking to my story. But Lene didn’t give up.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It was the same for both the egg and vegetable sandwiches. The way you crush the eggs is so precise, but the way you cut the vegetables is not.”
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What’s wrong with that?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “The things you spend time on and the things you rush through are the same as in the Broumet recipes.” I was starting to get nervous. I had given the restaurant advice on its existing recipes, too, but most people wouldn’t notice such details.
conversations.prefix: Lene: