conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Brody, amp, Lincoln with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Chaotic Good'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book? End with the sentence ' Spider-Gwen looks up at me from the floor, useless, and I have to get out of here.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Chaotic Good
  I glance around the table. Could these be my people? My new Eugene crew? The way Why bounces in his seat reminds me of Liv with her endless energy. I think she'd like him. She would call me crazy for my insta-crush on Lincoln. But that's why I have Cooper. To validate all my swoony feelings, because he gets them twice as much as I do. And there's Brody, I guess. I don't know what to do about him. Where are all the girls?
  I love the story and the way Lincoln tells it. I let out a laugh, but in an instant all the joy drains out of me. The sound of my own girlish giggling is a dead giveaway. Cooper, covering with lightning speed, fakes a loud sneeze, calling attention away from me.
  The rest of the adventure plays out over the next two hours, with Brody's character inviting me and Why to join their discussion of the whereabouts of the crown of Valzyr. We all decide to team up and help Tiffani, even though I'm not sure my character would really do that. But I'm not about to rock the boat in my first game. Cooper eventually finds his footing near the end of the session when he gets us all thrown out of the tavern instead of arrested. Brody cleans up the cups and table while we wind down.
  In a fit, Brody swipes at a pile of comics on the counter and storms off into the staff room. Spider-Gwen looks up at me from the floor, useless, and I have to get out of here.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Farrin casually meanders through Macy's. He stops in the shoe department, checking the prices on the soles of some shoes. Why and I duck behind a rack of button-down shirts and watch him browse.
  We dash from rack to rack, suppressing laughter and hiding between suit jackets and slacks. It feels like we are our characters, mischievous halflings on a mission to thwart an evil dark elf. If Farrin came to Eugene just to torture Cooper, he sure is taking his time. He even lets one of the salesmen spray him with a cloud of cologne.
  We're too late. If we barge in after Farrin, we're only going to cause even more of a scene. I feel awful. We shouldn't have goofed off in the department store. We should have come straight here and warned Cooper. I let him down.
  I take it all in. My dad with his cronies, cracking jokes and rolling dice. His old cardboard box, the one I helped him get from the closet, sits on the countertop. He must have taken it back from the studio. And Lincoln—my Lincoln—is hanging out in my kitchen, without me? I don't think my kitchen has ever had so many dudes in it at once.
  Cooper looked great in his vest today. It fit him like a glove; I could sew clothes for him with one hand tied behind my back. I've already made him countless costumes. He was so brilliant at the mall. Not only did he manage to run Farrin off, he got Why to stick around and grab lunch with him. All I did was walk home. Alone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Alone.. All I did was walk home. Not only did he manage to run Farrin off, he got Why to stick around and grab lunch with him. He was so brilliant at the mall. I've already made him countless costumes. It fit him like a glove; I could sew clothes for him with one hand tied behind my back.
  Cooper looked great in his vest today. And Lincoln—my Lincoln—is hanging out in my kitchen, without me? I don't think my kitchen has ever had so many dudes in it at once. He must have taken it back from the studio. His old cardboard box, the one I helped him get from the closet, sits on the countertop. My dad with his cronies, cracking jokes and rolling dice.
  I take it all in. I let him down. We should have come straight here and warned Cooper. We shouldn't have goofed off in the department store. I feel awful. If we barge in after Farrin, we're only going to cause even more of a scene.
  We're too late. He even lets one of the salesmen spray him with a cloud of cologne. If Farrin came to Eugene just to torture Cooper, he sure is taking his time. It feels like we are our characters, mischievous halflings on a mission to thwart an evil dark elf.
  We dash from rack to rack, suppressing laughter and hiding between suit jackets and slacks. Why and I duck behind a rack of button-down shirts and watch him browse. He stops in the shoe department, checking the prices on the soles of some shoes.Farrin casually meanders through Macy's
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Brendan Simpson, you were my first, and best-ever, Dungeon Master. Thanks for not only making me feel welcome, but making me feel integral. I was so lucky to be adopted into your little family of misfits and rogues.
  To my mother, who didn't judge her dice-rolling daughter. Thank you for teaching me to march to the beat of my own drum. And to Aunt Linny, who gives incredible advice and throws even more incredible parties.
  I don't know where I would be without you, Roger. You're the method to my messiness. Thank you for your patience and your love. When I met you, I rolled a 20.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When I met you, I rolled a 20. Thanks for not only making me feel welcome, but making me feel integral. I was so lucky to be adopted into your little family of misfits and rogues.
  To my mother, who didn't judge her dice-rolling daughter. Thank you for teaching me to march to the beat of my own drum. And to Aunt Linny, who gives incredible advice and throws even more incredible parties.
  I don't know where I would be without you, Roger. You're the method to my messiness. Thank you for your patience and your love.Brendan Simpson, you were my first, and best-ever, Dungeon Master.