human
Are you sure you won't faint from loss of air?
gpt
I'll be all right--only take me along,
human
It touched here.
gpt
Allow me, my dear! Sara drank, in delight and wonder, and found that the spring was not made of water, but of a sort of super-lemonade, the most delicious beverage she had ever tasted. After she had drunk, the Teacup took a drink to the Plynck, explaining to her with an apologetic smile,
human
I served her first, my dear, because she was the guest of honor--so to speak,