So some friends are role-playing a fantasy game, arguing about how to get into a temple in the middle of a wasteland, and the game master’s daughter walks in from another room: “I’ve got the key I can sell you.”
The father writes: Now, most groups would probably drop out of “game mode” at this point, humor her, and get back to playing. I don’t play with most groups.
The player says to her (still in character) “What do you want for it?”
“Five thousand gold” she replies, “and an ice cream cone.”
“An ice cream cone?! What’s that? More to the point, where do I find one.”