It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, There was a cart of horses pulling a group of four gnomes that all eventually revealed themselves to be family of Pike Trickfoot.  After taking them in, whether or not  Vox Machina was  excited or eager to, nevertheless  they  treated them with hospitality, gave them a place to stay, gave them food for the evening, conversations were had,  and  information was passed around.
DM: All right. You guys stay for a bit and have some tea with him and catch up, and let him know more of the adventures that you've had since last you checked up on him in Westruun. Anything else you guys want to work out here in Westruun with Wilhand?
Player: I'll just ask him, is there any message you wish to send to Ogden or the rest of the Trickfoots?
DM: "I would tell them that if they have a penchant for sweets, they should curb that a bit. Apparently there's a family history of diabetes."
Player: All right.
DM: "Just a word of advice I'm throwing out there for their own well-being."
Player: Okay. Family history, got it.
DM: "Yeah."
Player: All right.
DM: "And don't be penises."
