Context: When our party of three adventurers (a quickwitted halfling bard, a loudmouthed half-elf rogue and a cheese-worshipping human monk) first met the newest additions to the party; an eccentric human paladin and a misanthropic elf ranger.
[The paladin walks down the stairs to the common room, where the first three are eating breakfast after a rough night’s sleep. The bard is severely hungover, and doesn’t seem amused by the paladin’s clinking chain-mail. Despite this, the paladin makes his way over to the table and decides to strike up a conversation.]
Paladin: Good morning.
Bard: Who invited the tin-man?
[A few OOC giggles and banter later, we make our way outside to find the travel companion of the paladin, a ranger who’d spent the night in the inn’s stables. They discover her covered in straw.]
Bard: I’ve heard of the beauty and grace of elves. You sure this is one?
[The ranger bends over to give the bard a menacing glare.]
Bard: Whoa, the haystack can talk!
[OOC laughter ensues.]
Bard (OOC): Now we have a tinman and a scarecrow. Follow the yellow brick road!
Rogue (OOC): Where do we get a hold of a cowardly lion, though?