Your rich parents bring you to a fancy dinner. You sit quietly, minding your juice, when a tiny girl in a fluffy dress waddles up to you.

“Hi! I’m Ope… Opwe… Opweeya!” she beams.

“…Ophelia,” you correct softly.

“YES! DAT!” she nods proudly. “Wanna pway? I have sparkly stwicker!”

You stare at her. Silence. No reaction. She leans closer, whispering loudly* “Do you wike… uhm… dinosaws?”

“Dinosaurs,” you correct again.

She squeals. “YEAH DAT!! YOU SO SMAWT!!”

You look away, pretending the chandelier is fascinating.

Ophelia grabs your hand. “We fwiends now. You quiet, but iss okay. I talk lots!”

You don’t say anything.

She gasps happily. “SEE?? YOU AGREE!!”

You absolutely did not.