It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Meanwhile, the rest of the party arrive at The Shade, a lounge tavern with segmented spots that doubles as a hookah bar. you reveals that the Earth Ashari are  super into hookah , which could mean that when she visited months ago, she had partaken in it.
DM: You go up to what appears to be a woman, probably in her late thirties. Her hair is long past her shoulders, and these dark black, brunette waves that spray out like mermaid hair across her shoulders. As you approach, she eagerly reaches out. "You look like you are traveling here to Ank'Harel in search of beautiful, delicious fruits of which to whet your palate. Yes? Would you like for these fine apples, of which are the finest you could find?"
Player: Apples? Oh wow. I was looking for something a little bit more exotic. Something native to this land.
DM: "Ah, well--" She takes the apples back. "What you'd prefer, then, would be the kurrak fruit." And she pulls out what looks like a mango, but the exterior of it is very rough, with these little spines all around it. "While it is difficult to hold, crack open for a delightful flavor. It is gentle. It is like a sweet water experience."
Player: That was very descriptive. Thank you.
DM: "Of course."
Player: How much do I owe you for this?
DM: "For this, that would be two silver pieces."
Player: Two silver. And how much, just for future reference, are the apples?
DM: "The apples would go for one silver piece apiece."
Player: One silver apiece. That's pretty steep. Don't worry about it. Here you go. I give her a little extra.
DM: "Thank you so much for your patronage. Anything else you would like?"
