"I said: Who the hell are you tellin' me how to raise my daughter?" the man repeated menacingly.

"And what the hell does a guy like you know? I put years out of my life, settling down here just to raise her. She didn't even turn out a boy." the chef said, angrily scratching his beard.His eyes landed on James' hands. He backed away slightly, putting his hands on the kitchen counter. He looked back up to James, the chef glaring at him. He growled, then spit into the sink.

As the halfling spoke, however, a laugh formed over the man's face. "And what kind of punch does a half pint like you pack huh?" the chef laughed. He reached to his back and untied his apron, throwing it onto the counter. He then grabbed a glass, filled it then drank it, dumping it into the sink. "Aight son. Name yer conditions. What do I git if I win?"