conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “If I were willing to make money at any cost, I might be tempted to take you prisoner.” He said those terrifying words so casually. “I think you know that I’m a dual-caster.”
conversations.prefix: Hans:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Of course, I wouldn’t do it alone. I could hire someone or procure a magical sealing tool.”
conversations.prefix: Hans:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Well, I’ll keep my threats to a minimum today. But don’t forget how valuable you are—and how it makes you more likely to attract misfortune.”
conversations.prefix: Hans:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’ll keep that in mind.”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Please do,” Hans said, giving me a little smile. “Are you finished yet?”
conversations.prefix: Hans:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes, for now. Thank you for your time, Hans.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Sure. Please come again.”
conversations.prefix: Hans:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Goodbye.” I followed Claire out of the shop.
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “We still have a great deal of time before curfew,” said Claire. “I’m hungry.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Shall we go back to the dormitories? I can make you something,” I said as I pulled out Claire’s parasol.
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “So insensitive…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What?”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh, nothing. Yes, let’s go back. We’ll just go back!” Claire started walking briskly.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, your skin will burn.”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s fine, who cares? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It’s not fine. Miss Claire, what if your beautiful complexion is ruined?” I rushed to catch up to hold the umbrella for her, but she stopped in her tracks. “What, would that make you hate me?”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Never,” I answered without hesitation, even though I had no idea what she was getting at. I could never hate her.
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I see… Hmmm.” Claire looked conflicted for some reason. What was up with her today?
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, you’re not quite yourself today.”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And whose fault do you think that is? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Uhhh…”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Let’s hurry back! Once we’re at the Academy, you will make me crème brûlée!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Ohh…” And now it seemed she was back to normal.
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “After all that effort to go out…” she murmured.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What did you say?”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I said it’s all your fault!” She stuck her tongue out at me. I didn’t know what was going on, but I did know this: Claire was as cute as ever.
conversations.prefix: Claire: