It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, She has many stories about Jester, but none she will speak about in mixed company. Jester, who forgot to cast disguise self, puts on her cast-iron tiki mask, which Marion notes is 'interesting' for dinner.
DM: "Curious choice, but I understand probably for the best. There is not much of a mouth hole, so eating is going to be very difficult." Takes a little spoon and is like, "All right, here we go try to make it-- there it is. Perfect." You guys talk for a bit. She shares some embarrassing stories of Jester's childhood. Asks each of you a little bit about your story, and we'll say for the better part of the evening, it's an enjoyable respite from the chaos of the day and the chaos of the journey. Your blink dog has dried, as has your weasel.
Player: Oh yeah! Can I go check on Professor Thaddeus?
DM: You can, and as you go ahead and find-- there is a coat room, essentially, where the young man who had originally met you when you got there is inside. You can see him sitting in the back on a stool going like this. He's staring in the far way, and there's a coat rack where Professor Thaddeus is sitting on there, staring at him. As you enter the chamber--
Player: Hey.
DM: "Oh, hey."
Player: Is my bird okay?
DM: You can see there's some scratches on his cheek. "Yeah, he's fine. Just watching him right there."
Player: Uh-huh. You didn't traumatize him, did you?
DM: I think not? Hard to feed these.
Player: Yeah, I know. I grab the food that I just took from my plate and I'm like, "Thaddeus, come. Thaddeus?"
DM: Roll an animal handling check.
