In my 2nd edition campaign, I chose to be a Female Bard name Lucifer.
SO in the first few minutes, we came across an inn/tavern. There were pies, so my party bought one so we can eat it together.
Paladin: I’m gonna take the first bite of my slice
Ranger: I second to do that.
Cleric: (Says as they drink a bit of ale) Eh, not really interested right now.
So I sit back in watch after I heard the DM say ‘make a constitution check’. Some of the members failed, getting sick. So I’m sitting here, looking at the pie and tried a bite. I didn’t get sick, but it tasted a bit bad - kind of like what spoiled grapes taste like.
So I looked around the room and turned to the DM:
Me: Who all besides us is sitting in this tavern?
DM: Well, there’s this big burly dude, the bartender, a couple of elves in the corner in cloth, and people going into the upstairs segment.
Me: I’m gonna thrown the pie at the burly dude.
DM:…roll to hit?
I roll decently to land the pie in his face. He then comes up and makes a beeline to me, and takes a full pie and forces my face in it.
Burly Dude: Next time, I won’t be so gentle.
Me, covered in filling and crust, extended my hand: I’ll be looking forward to it.
I caught him off guard, and he introduced himself, as I did so myself.
He then said to me: Do you have any plans for tonight?
I replied with a smirk: My only plan for tonight is checking you out.
It went back and forth from there.