[Tifa remains standing, arms folded, and shoulders squared high, while she watches the two boys take their seats. She has no idea where she's going with this, but she's had just about enough of things not going right in her bar. Pidgeys making nests on her roof and attacking people who try to enter, random eggs in all sorts of places, chickens with hands for feet hiding in the attic and causing a ruckus... Not to mention the state of the real bar in the slums...

Her emotions are running high, and her patience is thin, and she feels a little bad for snapping at Cole, but someone's gotta do it.]

I get that there's no such thing as money or property here, but... that's still stealing. Whether it's from my bar or Ren's café, it's still... a piece of our home.

[She looks to Ren for help, for at least some acknowledgement or agreement that she's on the right track.]