It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Further along the way, they meet refugees from Nogvurot. After the fourth day of travel, they camp and notice an overturned cart just off the road.
DM: Kiri's sitting there on the edge, eyes half-closed, and her feathers all puffed up. She looks over towards you, (coos).
Player: Do you get cold? Yes? Or No?
DM: (like Jester) "Yes?"
Player: You get cold. Oh, I run back in and try to get some warm clothes for Kiri.
DM: Okay, easy enough. It costs you three silver to get the proper thick fur material to give her enough to keep warm.
Player: Something really pretty though.
DM: Eh, beggars can't be choosers in this circumstance, but you get something functional.
