It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Caduceus Clay, a firbolg cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Fjord tells Beau to give an already blushing and uncomfortable Caleb a hug. She very awkwardly does.
DM: It takes a short time but you manage to, in the next ten minutes or so, feel comfortable that you've mended most of what the harpies had done.
Player: I'm going to go down and let the crew know that everything seems to be copacetic upstairs.
DM: The two crew that you hired who already rushed in there are in the process of telling the story of what they just saw. They're like, "And then there was a blasting light up there! It was crazy!"
Player: Hey, everything seems to have calmed down upstairs, everything seems fine. I think I'm going to try blintzes for breakfast tomorrow. I feel like we could all use a treat.
DM: You notice half of them go, "Yeah!"
Player: They don't know what I'm making them out of, but yeah.
DM: No. And the other half are like, "Blintzes?"
