"Who put you in judgement, eh?" Harry fired back, half tempted to fling himself over the bar to put his nephew back in line. "My bairns are at home, havin' their tea, that I worked for, so there ye go!" Ok, some of his children were. Those who weren't were to blame for their own hunger. Should have been home on time. "But ooooh noooo, Mister needs to assume the worst!" He stood up, ready to go. He'd bring one of the kids back, just to show this guy.