It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, However, the coin flip decides that they do not. Pike makes a deal with Grog that if he ever does decide to pull a card, he will come to her and not pull the card alone.
DM: Yeah, sure. So you walk on down to the center of Whitestone, which is now far more full of life and bustling. A lot of the buildings that line the square have little flower boxes underneath the windows. Color has returned to it. Still keeps moody gray skies a large portion of the day, but overall the city itself seems to have sprung into life over the past year or so. The Sun Tree is beautiful. It's still a vastly bark-visible tree. It has that orange-brown color across it, smooth in most places, a little more textured toward the bottom, but you see the very lush green leaves up into the boughs. You can see little bits of white flowers that year-round reside up in the top. It stands there before you in all of its magnificence.
Player: I come up and say, hey, Sun Tree. Casting Speak With Plants, of course.
DM: "Hey, Keyleth."
Player: Hey!
DM: "It's been a while."
Player: It's been so long. You're looking so good. So healthy.
DM: "Thanks. I've been eating right."
Player: Yeah? Have you been working out?
DM: "As much as I can. You know, I'm a tree."
Player: Sure. Yeah. How's it been? Whitestone seems so much better. Seems happier. Has morale been up?
DM: "I mean, yeah."
Player: Yeah?
DM: "There's kids and stuff."
Player: Yeah? Do the kids sometimes climb in you?
DM: "Yeah."
Player: Do you like that?
DM: "No."
Player: No? Oh, right.
DM: "No, it's uncomfortable."
Player: Really?
DM: "Yeah."
Player: Should I put a Do Not Climb sign on you? Would you like that?
DM: "Would you have to nail it into me?"
Player: No. I could stake it in the ground around you.
DM: "It's fine."
Player: Okay.
DM: "But thank you. I appreciate the offer."
Player: Anything to make you more comfortable, man.
DM: "Appreciate it."
