"What did you just say to me?" the chef stood imposingly over Gabriel. The old man smacked the halfling on the cheek with the force and anger of an angry tiger trying to protect its cubs. "Are you telling me how I should or shouldn't treat my daughter? I give her a place to live, food to eat, and a job to do. Those glasses there cost me money! You really want to tussel with me you little squirt? Or do you wanna get the hells out of my restaurant?"