human
God grant you happiness, my child,
gpt
May He grant you the same, old father,
human
Thank you, my child, thank you. And now will you be so kind as to wash my face and give me a bite of supper?
gpt
Indeed, old father, I'd gladly wash your face and give you food, but there's no water here and nothing to carry it in. And as for food, my stepmother filled the sack with ashes, straw, and stones.
human
That's nothing, my child. Just go behind the hut and you will find a spring.