It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Uvenda suggests that Vox Machina take some time to practice fighting underwater before they go into the rift.
DM: (bear noises) He kinda lands in the sand. Looks around, very nervously. Looks at one of the nearby kinda floating pieces of weird errant plant matter and-- (all laugh)
Player: Yeah. We're good? Are you all right?
DM: "I'm okay."
Player: All right. Just giving you a heads up; you may be turned into a whale in a little bit.
DM: "What is a whale?" (all laugh)
Player: You'll be really, really big and you'll be able to swim a lot better. All right? Just remember to follow my lead. And I'm gonna hang onto you when you are a whale, all right?
DM: "Okay."
Player: Okay. I love you.
DM: "I trust you."
Player: I trust you, too. I love you.
DM: "Love you."
Player: I'm proud of you.
DM: "Okay."
