conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I won’t accept this outcome until I hear a satisfactory explanation!" It was a testament to the head chef’s pride in his work that he dared address the much-respected Dorothea this caustically. No ordinary person would dare talk back to her.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Humph. You really don’t understand why you lost?"
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Not one bit!"
conversations.prefix: Head chef:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Care to explain then, Rae Taylor?"
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Umm…" I hesitated. Would an explanation from me really convince him? Still doubtful, I was about to reluctantly begin when—
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Pathetic… It’s ’cause yer like this that you’ll never be as good as yer father!" A voice rebuked the head chef.
conversations.prefix: Marthe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "M-Mama…"
conversations.prefix: Head chef:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Ya went and got yerself a nice lofty position as head chef, only to make an arse of yerself now?"
conversations.prefix: Marthe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Sh-shut it! I ain’t buyin’ these results! It don’t make sense that my cookin’ lost, and ya know it don’t!"
conversations.prefix: Head chef:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "No, I get why ya lost. What ya cooked wasn’t the Nur Empire’s food. Ain’t that right, judges?" The judges all nodded at Marthe’s words.
conversations.prefix: Marthe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What…? What do you mean?!"
conversations.prefix: Head chef:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Think back to the dishes the Bauer team presented. Onion and bacon pie, white asparagus soup, egg cake… They have been improved upon, but they are all traditional dishes of our proud empire."
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Ah…" Dorothea’s words finally made him understand. This was the condition I’d given everyone at the start—to make new dishes based on the empire’s existing ones.
conversations.prefix: Head chef:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Your cooking was delicious. But that was all. On the other hand, the Bauer team’s were all reimagined dishes that I could still proudly call the empire’s. The pie was zwiebelkuchen. The soup was spargelsuppe. The cake, eierschecke. Do you understand why you lost now?"
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Every country struggles to find food they can proudly present as their own. Your culinary skills are by no means inferior. To be able to make what you did today after living and working in the empire’s stagnant culinary world for so long is amazing. However—"
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What’s expected of us imperial chefs right now is cooking that we can show the world with our heads held high." Marthe finished what I wanted to say.
conversations.prefix: Marthe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I…see… I get it now." The head chef hung his head.
conversations.prefix: Head chef:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I meant it when I said his skills were good. We’d need him if we wanted to shake up the empire’s culinary world from here on out, so I hoped this ordeal didn’t break his spirit.
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Heh heh…"
conversations.prefix: Head chef:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Um?" I looked at him.
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Heh heh… Aha ha ha ha! Ya got me good."
conversations.prefix: Head chef: