It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He hands her warning written in Elven to keep quiet during the meeting. He apologizes for leaving Whitestone mostly in her hands while he is busy with the dragons, promising he'll relieve her of some of the burdens when they have finished the fight.
DM: Okay. You head outside of the main castle, down to where the training barracks are for Whitestone. And you can see Jarett's already out there, with a small, metallic platter on his lap, scarfing up some food real fast. He's gotten his day started relatively early and as soon as you approach, mouth's already full. "Mmm! Scanlan! It's good to see you."
Player: Good to see you too! What're you enjoying there?
DM: "The usual gruel that you find in this city."
Player: Oh, I thought it might be something, meat-based that you could have popped up a bit with your spice.
DM: "Oh, well trust me, I've used it on the eggs and it makes it bearable. Whitestone is not well known for its cuisine from what I can tell. Everything's gray and lacks flavor."
Player: I'll invite you over to my house some time, give you a proper chicken dinner.
DM: "All right, I will happily take you up on that offer, thank you."
Player: Wanted to check in on (lowers voice) the task we talked about?
DM: "The task?"
Player: You know, the mission we discussed.
DM: "Remind me again?"
Player: I don't want to talk about it out in the open. But you know there was some illicit--
DM: "Oh!"
Player: Items of medicine.
DM: "Yes, I sent a request through someone I know."
Player: Sent a request?! You're using other people? I trust you, I don't trust other people!
DM: "I'm not going to leave the city right now to go find-- Look, I have two people I know that might be able to get what you need. But it's going to take time."
Player: (sighs) I don't have time. (sighs)
DM: "When did you pick up this habit?! I'm worried about you now, Scanlan."
Player: I haven't picked it up. I'm trying to pick it up, damn it! It's the most difficult habit to pick up! Listen, can I confide in you, man to man, one on one, here?
DM: "Certainly."
Player: You're a fighter, you're a strapping young battle man, aren't you?
DM: (chuckles) "I have been told this once or twice, yes."
Player: I haven't felt myself recently. You know, we have these fights and some of them are pretty epic and there's monsters involved and I'm usually on my game, but lately I'm feeling a little off! How do you cope with that?
DM: "Well largely by not using illicit substances?!"
Player: Don't judge! Don't judge.
DM: "I'm not judging! I'm worried about you. Like, if you don't even have a habit, why would you look for this? The Scanlan I knew, the one that hired me, he knew how to deal with this issue. He got laid."
