Madeline slapped the table. "I don't want money, and I don't want yer food! I want ta be recognized!" She stared hard at him. Sure, money and food would be really nice. But this had never been about that, and it would make her look like she was there alternate reasons. "I'm yer half sister and I want it ta be admitted. And ta stop being looked down upon because my moth'r made a mistake and fell for a bastard! And she and I had ta suff'r for it!"