It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, She comes back, and Tary blurts out what you said to him. She gives him points for boldness, but just points.
DM: She is in the process of filling two plates she's bringing over. Her hair is kind of frazzled at this point. More people are coming in now as the hour is starting to hit where people are soon to fill the tavern floor for full.
Player: Wow. Do you want a hand with that?
DM: "That'd be great. Thank you, I appreciate it."
Player: Yeah, give them to me.
DM: She hands you a few. Gives you two plates, picks up two of her own. "This way." And she leads you over to one of the far end tables in the other room and she sets the plates down. "Here you go, honey. Here you go, honey." Takes the plates from you. "There you go."
Player: You look so busy.
DM: "I am."
Player: Could you do me a favor?
DM: "Mm-hm."
