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, There was a cart of horses pulling a group of four gnomes that all eventually revealed themselves to be family of you Trickfoot.  After taking them in, whether or not  Vox Machina was  excited or eager to, nevertheless  they  treated them with hospitality, gave them a place to stay, gave them food for the evening, conversations were had,  and  information was passed around.
DM: Okay. He's currently at the table, and he's tracing his finger on the side, while occasionally, JB goes, "Uncle?" and taps him. "Oh. Right." She goes and takes a piece of bread and soaks it in the soup for a second and puts it in his mouth. He chews on it for a bit, and as you walk over, he pushes JB's hand out of the way and goes, "Oh, young Pike. Hello."
Player: Hello. Did you have a good time today?
DM: "I did. I haven't had a rest like that in a long time."
Player: Well, that's good.
DM: "Your city gets very loud."
Player: It gets pretty loud here. It's true. I take it you went to Firecracker Alley?
DM: "That's the one."
Player: Yeah, it's real loud.
DM: JB peeks over Ogden's shoulder, listening in. "It was quite nice, actually. We got to watch them fire these-- Anyway!" Ogden pushes in, not even paying attention to her. "It's so good to see you."
Player: Will you take a walk with me?
DM: "But of course." He takes his stick and stands up. JB's like, "Oh. Where would you like to go?"
Player: Well... I just would love to spend some time with you alone, Uncle Ogden.
DM: JB, you watch her face go--
Player: I'll spend some time with you, as well, JB. I just want to make sure I get time with everybody.
DM: "Of course. Enjoy. I'll just--" And she goes back to her meal and begins cutting it up with fervor or frustration.
