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: "Thank you. It's a bit unbridled, I would like perhaps to... the word escapes me." And he takes another sip of his tea, thinks for a second, goes, "I wish to be less crazy-looking."
Player: Well, can I just say, I think you look perfect.
DM: And he reaches up and pinches the edge of your cheek and goes, "Well, can I just say that I never thought blue would be your color, but it looks fantastic."
Player: It hasn't washed out yet, but it's fun for a little bit, just to try something.
DM: "Just to try something. Ah, I remember those days. Anyway. Don't be a stranger."
Player: Okay. It was wonderful to see you.
DM: "Wonderful to see you as well. And please, do send me some fresher treats."
