[Alma takes Barkeep's proffered hand and clasps it, without shaking. That is not how things are done in Ivalice. She curtsies. She does the same for Rialynn.]

And I am Alma. Please, sit, and eat. You are our guests. Ramza and I can see to the rest.

[The campsite, such that it is, is the Beoulve siblings' home for the night. As such, it is their duty to provide proper hospitality to the guests they receive. Alma unties the short cloak she wears around her neck and spreads the cloth by the fire for them to sit on.]

I am afraid she will permit no argument. She is very like our Father, very stubborn. [Ramza explains to the others. He is already fetching a little fishing net from his chocobo's saddlebag. He knows it is faster to do as Alma wishes, and she will wish him to go provide for his friends.]