conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I’d been in this world for almost six months, and I still really missed cars. I was jolting along in a horse-drawn carriage en route to the François villa, accompanied by Claire, Misha, and Dole. Claire and I were in the seat behind the driver, while Dole and Misha were in the back. There had been some fuss about the seating arrangements, but Claire got her way in the end.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And then I said, ‘You lie. The kingdom would fall apart without the nobility to prop it up.’” Dole, the Minister of Finance, was waving his hands around dramatically. We’d been traveling for half a day, and he hadn’t stopped talking the entire time.
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Father, we already heard that story. How many times are you going to tell it?”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hmm? Have you? Well then, I’ll tell you a different story.
conversations.prefix: Dole: