It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Pike Trickfoot, a gnome cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  At the border, you is greeted by a caravan of several gnomes: Johann, Astra, Ogden, and JB.
DM: "Yes." Johann claps his arm on the side of your shoulder. "Yes, of course! It's been-- I can't even remember. Look at how big you are! Last I saw you, you were waist-high to a knuckle-punch. It's been far too long. And so strong!" He's slapping the side of your arm, and they're all doing the whole family gathering, pulling and tugging, and you're starting to feel uncomfortable from all the attention, and the guards are all confused but also mildly amused by this family gathering. The old one now catches up, and you recognize that this is your uncle Ogden Trickfoot, who is the father to both Johann and JB. As he approaches, he has this small walking cane and he's walking at an angle because he doesn't quite see you. He's like, "Are you sure that she's around?"
Player: I'm right here!
DM: "Huh?"
Player: Hi.
DM: "Ah. Yes."
Player: How are you?
DM: "I'm all right. It's so good to see you."
Player: It's so wonderful to see you.
DM: "There you are."
Player: I'm here.
DM: He adjusts his head a little. "They tell me that you slay dragons!"
Player: Yes, I did. With my friends.
DM: "What?"
Player: Who I would love to introduce you guys to. My friends?
DM: "What did she say?"
Player: My friends!
DM: JB's like, "She said yes. She's slayed dragons."
Player: I also--
DM: "What?"
Player: I also have a bakery!
DM: "She says a bakery?"
Player: It's called the Slayer's Cake!
DM: "Cake?" Suddenly you see his face brighten. Between the bursts of facial and head hair, you see a little bit of rosy cheeks poke through with a smile. JB goes, "We'll get you cake. We'll get you a cake, uncle."
Player: Come this way. I didn't realize you guys would be coming, but I'm glad that you got my letter and everything else.
DM: At which point, the blonde one goes, "Yes, of course we did. You are as beautiful as everything they told me. I'm Astra, by the way. I'm Johann's wife. We haven't met, but you are a sight to see." She takes your hands and pulls your hands and goes, "Oh my, and aren't you the strapping young lady. Who's the lucky man?"
Player: Oh. Well, no one right now.
DM: "Oh. Shouldn't be a problem. Or woman. Whatever, I don't know. You can tell me later."
Player: We'll discuss later, maybe, but do come in. I would love to introduce you to some friends of mine. Come into town.
DM: JB's smile creeps, and you see the gap in her teeth once more. "Are these friends Vox Machina?"
