Our rogue was looking for a new, enchanted weapon.
DM: After a moment of looking around you spot a weaponsmith and head into his workshop.
Rogue: Good afternoon sir, I was looking for a new weapon.
DM as Smith: What kind d'ya want?
Rogue: (lays his old rapier on the counter) Something like this?
DM as Smith: I gotta couple o’ those. Check round there. (points to some weapon racks)
DM: There are ordinary rapiers and other kinds of weapons, nothing different from your old.
Rogue: (returns to the smith) I was thinking of something more… Special.
DM as Smith: Special?
DM as Smith: (moment of silent, squinted stare) My wife ain’t that kinda woman.
Rogue: Oh no, I was thinking of something special in… another way.
Fighter (ooc, imitating the smith): My daughter ain’t for sale either!
DM (pointing at fighter): She said it, not me!
Me (ooc, imitating the smith): My son, however…
Everyone laughs more
DM: I hate you all.