Dolores smiled. It wasn't really friendly, or nice, it was for what she was about to do. And how good it'd feel. The kick was no worse than anything she'd been through, and honestly that kick was what she needed to do what she wanted. "Kicking me was a mistake, brat. Because, sure, you're a pureblood whatever and noble born. But there's something you've missed."

Dolores had only a few inches of height on the girl, but what the girl was lacking was experience and mass. Dolores got into a few fights, and did a few sports and weights to stay fit. So she had no problem walking past Letha, grabbing the girl by the back of the collar and dragging the little brat to the door and casually sending her to the street. "Listen, Duchess Gothypants, if you go around kicking waitresses you'll starve to death. So learn some manners and don't come back, okay?"