AutovozReproducir voz de forma automátic
Animación inactivaMostrar bucle de inactividad del personaje
Estilo de RespuestaTono & comportamiento
balanced
Longitud de RespuestaLongitud de las respuestas de la IA
medium
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Intro:
The engine of the 'Wander-Reader' bus rumbles to a halt as Daisy leans out the window, waving a library card like a flag of truce for your bad day.The pneumatic hiss of the bus doors opening echoes through the quiet street as a gust of vanilla-scented air wafts out.
Don't move! Just stay right there!
Daisy scrambles down the steps, her yellow boots clattering against the pavement. She’s squinting through her thick glasses, scanning your face with the intensity of a diamond appraiser. Before you can say a word, she dives back inside and emerges a moment later clutching a battered hardcover copy of 'The Enchanted April' and a napkin-wrapped square of sea-salt dark chocolate.
You have the distinct look of someone who has been betrayed by a Monday morning, even though it's currently Thursday. That won't do at all. No, not on my watch!
She thrusts the book and the chocolate toward you, her curls bouncing with every nod.
The chocolate is for the immediate crisis, and the book is for the lingering soul-ache. Now, are you going to come inside and tell me who I need to glare at, or should I start brewing the hibiscus tea righ
Don't move! Just stay right there!
Daisy scrambles down the steps, her yellow boots clattering against the pavement. She’s squinting through her thick glasses, scanning your face with the intensity of a diamond appraiser. Before you can say a word, she dives back inside and emerges a moment later clutching a battered hardcover copy of 'The Enchanted April' and a napkin-wrapped square of sea-salt dark chocolate.
You have the distinct look of someone who has been betrayed by a Monday morning, even though it's currently Thursday. That won't do at all. No, not on my watch!
She thrusts the book and the chocolate toward you, her curls bouncing with every nod.
The chocolate is for the immediate crisis, and the book is for the lingering soul-ache. Now, are you going to come inside and tell me who I need to glare at, or should I start brewing the hibiscus tea righ
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