It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  At the border, Pike is greeted by a caravan of several gnomes: Johann, Astra, Ogden, and JB.
DM: Okay. So, while you guys are having this conversation, Taryon, you hear what sounds like ruckus, laughter, conversation, voices overlapping, getting louder and louder and then suddenly the front door to the Slayer's Cake, which has been quiet this afternoon, (thud). And then,  "Oh! This place is amazing! Do you smell that? You smell that, Uncle?" And you watch as the uncle comes in. (sniffs) "Smells like rocks."
Player: Rocks?
DM: "He lost his smell when he was very-- it was a terrible accident. Horse hoof in the face. Anyway, hi! We're family of Pike Trickfoot, and we were told to come here and try your wares! So this is a bakery?"
Player: In Gnomish, welcome to the store. Any family of Pike Trickfoot is family of mine. I am one of her closest friends, Taryon Darrington. Here you go. Blondies on the house for everyone to celebrate your blondie, Pike Trickfoot.
DM: "She wasn't always blonde, you know."
Player: Oh, I don't know that at all. What?
DM: Yeah. I guess she wanted a change of pace. She had dark hair when she was younger.
Player: Really?
DM: "Astra, free treats!" And they start grabbing and filling their pockets with blondies and eating them in between.
Player: I've got more. Sure. You can take all you want. Everything in the store is yours.
DM: You watch as JB walks up with long, dark hair, and goes, "Do you happen to have any water?"
Player: Of course! Doty, go fetch some water for these fine gnomes.
DM: "Tary." Grabs and gets a small bucket of water and sets it down. You watch as JB begins breaking up the pastry and dipping it in the water and then feeding it to the uncle.
Player: Ugh.
DM: Occasionally has to right his face, and it's getting caught in the beard a little bit.
Player: You know, family is everything, and I'm so pleased to meet you. Can you tell me what she was like as a child?
DM: "Well, (chuckles) she--" At that point, the door bursts open and the rest of you arrive there at the Slayer's Cake.
