Elsewhere in Balsam Village, there was a rather wholesome restaurant which felt to many like a home away from home, so to speak. The people were all lovely; as was the service. All seemed peaceful within the restaurant's confines... until the slamming of a few chairs, tables, and cutlery resonated throughout the facility. A large, muscular male wearing a pair of blue jeans and a tight black shirt stood, towering over the other patrons of the restaurant with a wooden chair in each hand. In particular, he stood above a much shorter young man with red hair and red eyes. This male sported a deep purple shirt, black pants, and a black, very eccentric overcoat. He seemed quite unfazed by the antics of the larger man, but the latter was enraged as he aimed to slam both chairs into this individual. "Yare, yare," the red-haired male spoke as he elegantly weaved around both chairs, finding his place in the blind spot to the other man's left. "What's your problem? I told you, she came to me," he continued. This only prompted the large man to shout and swing his bulging left arm around, catching the red-haired lad by surprise while he still spoke. When he suddenly found an arm planting itself in his face, the red-haired male flew back, over the restaurant's bar counter, and into the side of the fireplace. Once he stopped moving, he began rubbing the back of his head, which had made contact with the bricks of the fireplace. "Ah, man! That stings like hell!"