It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Fjord responded they need some time to rest and would discuss future plans later. The Mighty Nein went to their quarters.
DM: You can find a bit that seems a little more remote, but there are deckhands; there are folks that are always keeping watch.
Player: I'll be right back. You guys find a spot, I'll meet you there. I go back and I go, Jeremiah! Give me that. I take bread or whatever he has prepared.
DM: You come to Jeremiah. You eventually start shouting until you find Jeremiah. Jeremiah is this mid-40s halfling fellow. Pale, but well-dressed in colorful silks and vibrant makeup. From some of the theater productions you've seen, he seems almost made up for the stage, but just a cook. Big smile, big curled, waxed mustache, hair parted and curled on the sides, light brown, auburn hair. Portly halfling fellow, and as you're shouting his name, he goes, "Hello? Are you looking for me?"
Player: Yep, Jeremiah.
DM: "I'm Jeremiah. What's your name?"
Player: Hi. Beau.
DM: "Beau, yes. You're one of the new kids. I am making food. Would you--?"
Player: What do you have right now? Something ready? I want to chew on something while we talk.
DM: "Fine, here you go." He hands over a somewhat stale loaf.
Player: Thank you. You have sausage to go with that?
DM: "No, they are being prepared, and I wish not to serve something that is unfinished."
Player: Water. Wine.
DM: (sighs) Grabs a thing of wine, a small jar, and says, "You can fetch your own water."
Player: Thank you, sorry, I'm just hungry as fuck. I go back to the group.
DM: All right. You guys patiently wait for Beau to return with a stale--
