conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "…What is this?"
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What do you mean? It’s meat. You know what meat is, right?"
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I know what meat is, thank you very much!" The man brought them to an inn often used by adventurers. It looked like a pretty beat-up place to Loretta, but she could see it being fancy by commoner standards. A number of places damaged by the eruption had already been patched up. This particular establishment probably had some pull in the community, to be among the first buildings to be fixed. We sat ourselves down at the counter. The tables were full of citizens drinking themselves silly after a long day of labor. We had no choice but to sit at the counter to escape the smell of cheap booze. A large-built, muscular man who seemed to be the innkeeper greeted the adventurer like a familiar face. The adventurer greeted him back and quickly ordered for us. We were soon served what was clearly ungarnished cooked chicken. There was no sauce to speak of, and I could only smell the faintest traces of seasoning. To call this food was blasphemy against the culinary arts. Pepi and Loretta gawked at their plates, but the adventurer said, "Just close your eyes and give it a bite. If you don’t like it, they’ll make it on the house."
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’m not so shameless that I’d deny them their livelihood…" Loretta grumbled. That said, she didn’t even know how she was supposed to eat this.
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