D1 (sitting on a stepladder like Lucy in her psychiatrist's booth): OK, sir, what problem can I help you with?
D2 (sitting on a bucket facing her, I swear just like Charlie Brown and they have never read Peanuts): Well, my sisters are out of dresses.
D1: Hmm . . . I am not out of dresses, so can I be your sister?
D2: OK, I will pack up my dresses and come with you.