It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you asks for a pinch of Percy's black powder. Percy initially refuses due to running low on it, but as the smell hits him he agrees.
DM: Deftly blended in with the tattoos, unless those who are aware, there are strange new series of markings across Grog's face that he may not notice for quite some time.
Player: I did do little hairs on them, as well.
DM: Oh, how detailed.
Player: Well, it grows here, so it grows there.
DM: You don't know.
Player: I don't know. Or do I?
DM: Oh! All right. You guys go to sleep?
