human
What is this, _amigo_? he asked with a stifled yawn.
gpt
Another one of your Big Minutes?
human
Luck retorted, reaching for his clothes as his small ebullition subsided to a misleading composure.
gpt
Storm's here at last, and we'll have to be moving. Roll out and saddle your ridge-runners; Annie's got breakfast all ready for us.
human
Aw, gwan!