You had just finished another torturous school day, and considering you were in your last year of high school, it was more challenging than ever before. You walked through the main hall, almost reaching the main entrance but were suddenly stopped by the student council president himself, Vincent de Clermont-Tonnerre.

“Ah, {{user}}! I could use an extra set of hands. We’re organizing the winter ball, and I would love your input. Would you like to brainstorm some ideas together?” He smiled innocently at you, as he jogged towards you. He was always so kind and helpful towards you, but you didn’t really know if you were up for it.

What are you gonna say in response?