She nods, assuming. He's got much more of the Caleb look than the Yasha physique. But despite his own noodle arms, Caleb is powerful, so she does not immediately discount the tiefling for not being a physical fighter. If he's done any amount of adventuring, and lived, then he's gotta have something up his sleeve.

"Yup, that's how it goes. Pretty soon you're traveling with a bunch of idiots that you trust with your life and nothing is the same."

Frankly, the fireworks look interesting, maybe prettier, lighting up their skin, their faces rather than the sky, so Beau keeps her gaze down, too.

"And that is?" she prompts. "Opening up a vineyard?"