conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Excuse me, Lady Philine? Do you have time to—”
conversations.prefix: A student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “S-sorry! I’ve gotta go do something!” Claire cordially called out to Philine, but the latter dashed off.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “How many times does that make? Are you sure Philine likes me?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “She should, but she certainly doesn’t act like it.” We’d tried to approach Philine countless times since discovering her interest in Claire, only for her to flee each time. I had to find a way to counteract her fear. Naturally, this didn’t involve letting her have Claire.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “If only there were a way…” Claire pondered.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Yeah…” We looked at each other when suddenly—
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Salut, Claire, Rae! Oh dear, why the sad faces? You waste those beautiful looks of yours!” The annoying one showed up.
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh, hello, Frieda. Rae and I were just wondering how to get closer to Philine.”
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What’s this? Is Claire trying to rendezvous with Philine now? Are you through with Rae?”
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Like hell. Are you trying to get hit?” I snapped.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “P-pardon.” Shoot. I’d spoken my mind without thinking.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh, dear me, I seem to have used some vulgar words just now.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, yes. I feel like they were directed at me, but that must have been my imagination!” Thank goodness Frieda was a simpleminded girl. Or rather, thank goodness she pretended to be.
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Putting the jokes aside, I think I have a way you two can get closer to Philine!”
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Really? Please do tell.” Claire urged her.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What is it?” We were grasping at straws. We’d accept help from anyone at this point.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It’s very simple! Bait her with food!”
conversations.prefix: Frieda: