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, Back at the bakery, Tary gives the Trickfoots the run of the shop (to the chagrin of you and Pike, who don't entirely trust the newcomers). Everyone retires to get ready for dinner.
DM: "You're so generous!" He pinches your cheek. He waltzes over to the table, sits down and grabs the fork and knife. "Two bottles of red, and... ooh, what vintage have you?" He begins talking with the servants about what various wines are available.
Player: I'm just going to pop into the kitchen.
DM: Okay.
Player: And tell the staff in the kitchen obviously, you can make whatever you want. I'm just hoping maybe you don't make it too tasty tonight. Nothing too extravagant. You know, nice, but average. Right?
DM: The servants that are there, the whole waitstaff and kitchen staff go, "Of course, milady."
Player: Nothing great.
DM: "A curious request, but one we will fulfill to our greatest ability."
