So I’m DMing my steampunk campaign when…
Me: You’re driving down the winding streets of the fabled clockwork city of New Albion. The chaotic twists don’t detract from-
Cleric, somewhat new: How old is that building?
Me, confused: It’s uh… Come again?
Cleric: That building, *physically pointing* how old is it? I want to use my history skill.
Me: *Pinching my brow* You’re not actually pointing at… Which building?
Cleric: Any of them. I just really want to use my history skill.
Me: Well you have to pick- OK. Well there’s Parliament, where you’re headed, there’s a ton of storefronts, there’s an ancient looking spire clock tower, a-
Cleric: That one! I uh, the clock tower!
Me: OK, roll.
Cleric: *rolls* I got a seven.
Me, trying not to sound exasperated: What’s your bonus?
Cleric: *ruffles through papers* It’s uh… Minus 1.
(everyone stares at each other for a while)
Me: Man it’s been there for at least… months.
Anyway we have a new running joke in the campaign.