Emily: Hey, Dee! I've got a proposition for you! Dee: Oh! What kind of proposition? Emily: A fun one! But which may worry you a bit. Dee: Well... consider the worrying commenced? Emily: It's not that scary! It's the year 12 formal. It's coming up, and I think I'll go, for once. And, well, I'm wondering if you'd like to come, as my friend. Dee: What!? Why!? Emily: Because I'd like people to meet you. I thought this'd be a good chance. Dee: But... I don't... your friends won't want to meet me! Emily: Sure they will! And so will Ella and Alan. Dee: Your family too!? I'm not sure about this... Emily: I know, dude, but I have actually put some thought into it. Go on, hit me with your objections! I'll rebut 'em!
---- Alt text: Oh no I thought we were going to play regular chess, I didn't know it was going to be a metaphor!