It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He tells them about his night with her, saying that he has now  experienced the pleasures of the flesh.  After a moment of talking, he pukes and confesses that women are not for him.
DM: "Good! As the sophist of native ingenuity, you have much responsibility in this time of recovery, and I'm growing a bit weary of the burden."
Player: I will happily take some layers of both that paperwork and that cake off your hands. And I grab a slice.
DM: She hands it over to you.
Player: I do ask tomorrow that we handle this little interesting tidbit. I hand her the documents I put together earlier with the titling that needs to be dealt with.
DM: She takes it and goes, "Huh. Grand Poobah, that's-- we'll certainly discuss that."
Player: I expect somebody will come up with something delightful for that one.
DM: "We can take our time with that one. I'm not going to lie, it's been so long, I've forgotten we have not had any purveyor of the Grey Hunt."
Player: Quite a while. A long while.
DM: "So, Vex'ahlia."
Player: It seemed appropriate. Even before things became what they are, yes.
DM: "Before we can officiate that she has to undergo the Hunt itself."
Player: Yes.
DM: "I don't know how that works."
Player: I--
DM: "Keeper Yennen might."
Player: He does, if I recall.
DM: "Keeper Yennen should know. I'm a bit out of my depth at this point. I've done--" You see she sighs deeply and looks over at her garden-- For the first time in a while, you see Cassandra break from the stoic leader to Cassandra, your sister, and she leans forward and takes your hand and goes, "I'm so very tired. I've missed you. I need your help. Please."
Player: We're going to make this right. We're going to-- the machine will run again. All of this will work again.
DM: "I know. They're good people, many good people here, and you've all saw to that. I've saw to it. I need rest."
Player: I will help.
DM: "Thank you. There's more cake in it for you."
Player: I could use more cake.
DM: She wipes a little tear from her face. "I'm glad you're safe."
Player: How goes the training of the company of shot?
DM: "It's functional as it can be. We're having to ration ammunition as we have to rely on you for that and you've been gone."
Player: Well, we're going to fix that as well.
DM: "Perhaps you should helm most of that training since the majority effort has been at the hip and making things up as they go."
Player: The guards? The captain of the guards has been taking care of everything?
DM: "Yes, yes. We lost a few in the last altercations but we have a good long standing number of individuals who have stepped up and what was his name? The one that you brought in?"
