Lambdadelta cheerfully pranced over to Bernkastel’s study. Slowly creaking the door open, as to not disturb her lover, she peeked inside the room. The witch of miracles sat back towards the end of the room at a small table. In the low light of the room, Lambdadelta noticed a reflexive glass shimmer. Bernkastel lifted the shot glass and slammed it back.
	“Ugh!” Lambdadelta exhaled, “Drinking hard liquor already? It’s not even 10am Bern!”
	The witch of miracles turned and glared at her lover, and in a fit of rage threw the shot glass towards her. It violently shattered as it connected with the wall. Lambdadelta let out a shrill scream.
	“Ever since you lost your job at the senate, you always get like this when you drink!” she yelled. Visibly shaken and tearing up, Lambdadelta raced out of the room crying.
	Bernkastel was left alone in the dim room, the shattered glass a piercing reminder of her inability to control her rage. She rubbed her forehead and sighed. She hated herself for making the one she loved cry like that. She got up from her chair, and in a completely uncharacteristic manner, ran out of the room.
	Focusing on the sounds of crying, she found Lambdadelta in the kitchen. A freshly baked candy pie as sitting on the counter. Bern figured that’s why Lambda had came in to disturb her. The thought hurt. Lambda sobbed with her hands covering her face, tears audibly being heard as they landed on the ground. Bernkastel walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.
	“Don’t touch me!” Lambdadelta yelled as she brushed Bern’s hand away from her. “You think you can just apologize every time you do this!?” Lambda had tears running down her cheeks, and it pained Bern to see that. Bern reached towards her again and Lambda knocked it away. The two stared at one another, but Bern was becoming tired of Lambda’s sobs.
	Bern reached towards her again and when Lambda went to knock her hand away, Bern forcefully grabbed it.
	“What are you doing?!” Lambda whined through her tears. She used her free arm to attempt to break Bern’s grapple, but Bern grabbed that hand as well. Holding the witch of certainty at both of her wrists, she struggled helplessly to break free.
	“Just calm down, Lambda.” Bern pleaded in a low voice.
	“L-let me go!” yelled Lambda.
	“Just be quiet for one second!” Bern raised her voice. The two began screaming at one another. Bern growled in frustration at her over emotional lover.
	A new voice interrupted their yelling, and they both turned their attention to the doorway.
	“Are you two fighting again?” inquired the voice. It belonged to Erika.
	Lambdadelta changed her tone of voice and spoke calmly as she looked over Bern’s shoulder, “G-go to your room Erika.”
	Erika closed one eye and opened her mouth. “Have you two considered marriage counselling?”
	Both Lambdadelta and Bernkastel spoke at the same time, “Shut up!”