Much of the time, we let our feelings rule our world. Sometimes this doesn't help and, instead, causes trouble. We must learn to not let them be the managers of our decisions. We can commit many mistakes and hurt someone that we love. We need to think before acting. Always. Helena didn't want to hurt Dinah, but she didn't know how to express her feelings. Even for us, people that think and talk, doing that is difficult, for her, it must have been next to impossible.

"Okay, so I moved this marble here and now I eat your pieces.." Dinah was in the living room, teaching Helena to play chinese checkers, while Barbara and Diana worked in the lab. She was on her knees next to the coffee table and Helena sat with her hands on the table watching her movements on the checkerboard.

"Urghh?" Helena saw how she moved the marbles over hers and how she moved forward.

"Yes, mine and you lost this piece. Now you must pay me with another poptart.." Helena watched as Dinah took a poptart from her side. Now she had seven and the blonde fifteen. "Now it's your turn."

Helena took the marble between her fingers and moved it a space.

Dinah smiled. "Wrong move, now I can use it as a stairway." The blonde moved her marble to the top of the game. "That cost you a pop tart and another one for being so bad at this game." Dinah said, as she took the frosted pastries from the brunette.

Helena grumbled. She was taking her poptarts. Why?

"Sorry, those are the rules."

Helena meowed in disgust.

"Dinah, don't cheat!" Barbara yelled from downstairs.

"We are playing," the teen explained, taking more poptarts from Helena's side.

"And you are not playing nice."

"Okay." Dinah gave the brunette back two poptarts. "Open your eyes, Hel. We will start again. But I'm not going to give you back any poptarts. You lost them."

Downstairs, Diana looked up. "How do you know she is cheating?" she asked the redhead.

"If it involves poptarts, those two always cheat. And now, surely, Dinah would be trying to take advantage of Helena." Barbara looked up, too. "Dinah, what are you teaching her to play?"

"Chinese checkers."

"Dinah! That is a hard game for her! Don't be opportunist."

"I asked her and she nodded."

"She doesn't know about what are you talking!" the red head said, exasperated "I'm going to punish you if you continue to bother her!"

"All right, all right." Dinah picked up the game. "Well, the game is over." She began to pick up all her poptarts on her plate.

Helena hissed. She wanted her food back. She had been eating it happily until the blonde had arrived with those round colored things: She guessed she wanted to play but she just wanted to steal her food..

"You lost. Be a good loser." Dinah smirked and tried to take another off Helena's plate.

The brunette pulled the few poptarts that she had left close to her, hissing again. She was not going to take the rest of her poptarts.

"Helena, you lost!" Dinah exclaimed in annoyance.

"Give her back her poptarts."

Dinah heard the voice of her mentor and rolled her eyes. She stood up and walked to the rail. "Barbara, she lost them."

"Dinah..." the tone of Barbara's voice was an order.

"Okay, okay." Dinah turned and saw Helena crouched on her plate with her poptarts in her hand. "Hey, give me those."

Helena ran as fast as she could to the kitchen.

"No way!" Dinah shouted. "Come back here!"

Brabara sighed when she heard the yells and the pounding steps upstairs going from side to side. She raised her head and looked up, resting her face on her hand, and saw her protégés running from one side to the other. Helena was jumping to prevent Dinah from catching her. She had all the poptarts in one hand and was eating with her free one. Dinah was trying desperately to trap her. She saw Helena crouching on her desk on the second floor.

"Helena, get down of my desk now!" Barbara took a deep breath.

The brunette jumped down and looked at Dinah, who stood up a few meters from her. She was persistent; she didn't leave her alone. Why did she want her food? Barbara had given it to her. She chewed another poptart.

"Helena! Don't do that!" Dinah yelled. "You are biting into them all!"

"How can you work with all that noise?" the princess asked, moving back in her chair. She was working at the microscope.

"Luckily, there are school days; Helena works at night and sleeps all day." She removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

"And Saturdays and Sundays?"

"Don't ask...just don't ask..." she looked up again.

Diana smiled.

Helena tried to move to her right and Dinah blocked her way. The brunette hissed; she licked a poptart and looked around for a way to escape.

"Don't do that, Helena!" Dinah shouted.

Helena looked at the blonde and then the poptart. She licked it again.

"No, Helena! That is disgusting!" She made a face.

Helena smirked, it seemed as if she didn't like that. She began to lick the poptarts in her hands.

"Barbara, she is slobbering on all of them!!!" Dinah yelled, running toward Helena, who jumped to avoid that being trapped.

"All right, that's enough, you two! Stop!" Barbara yelled.

Both girls stopped running and looked down. Helena was worried. The red head never shouted; she only did that only when she was really angry. She did not look friendly. She knew she was in trouble, but it wasn't her fault, the blonde wanted to steal her food.

"Dammit, Helena, we are in trouble now," Dinah whispered.

The brunette hissed at her, showing her teeth.

"Wash your mouth!" Dinah grumbled to her in annoyance. "You have cookies in all over your teeth and face! I'm glad of it, now surely Barbara is going to bathe you!"

Helena closed her mouth and cleaned it quickly with her sleeve. The red head didn't like to see her dirty and the bath was definitely not a nice option.

"Come here now!" Barbara shouted again.

Dinah moved her head and went to the elevator. Helena jumped down.

"I told you not jump over the rail." Barbara turned her wheelchair to the brunette. She waited a few seconds until Dinah arrived.

"So... What happened with you? I'm trying to work and you are acting like a child!"

Helena meowed to herself, happy to see the blonde was being scolded.

"And don't laugh, young lady!" Barbara glared at Helena.

"Urghhh?" Helena opened her orange irises wide.

"Yes, I'm talking to you too!" She pointed at her. "Why are you fighting over poptarts?"

Helena hid them behind her back.

"Give me the poptarts."

Helena hugged them against her meowing.

"Give me those now!"

She turned and quickly put one in her mouth. She watched Barbara out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm waiting.," the red head said, extending her hand expectantly.

She turned with her mouth closed to avoid chewing and put the poptarts in her hand. Barbara took them and made a face when she felt the drool. "What the....?" she muttered shaking one of her hands.

"I told you, she was slobbering all over them," Dinah said.

"Dinah, I want you to help me with her, please! Don't taunt her! That's it, that's it! No more poptarts for you two this week!"

Helena hissed forgetting she had the pastry in her mouth and she coughed.

Barbara glared at her. "And now what's wrong with you?"

The brunette couldn't stop coughing and took her hand to her chest.

"Maybe she's having a hairball attack. "Dinah grinned.

"Dinah!" Barbara patted Helena's back with her hand until she dislodged some pieces of poptart onto the floor.

"Blech...." the blonde frowned.

"Go get something to clean that, Dinah, and don't complain."

Dinah shook her head and went to look for a cloth. Helena coughed a bit more until she finally could breathe normally again. Diana watched them in amusement.

Alfred had heard them and walked in with a small tray. He gave Helena a glass of water. "You have such a sweet tooth." He put the tray on the table.

Helena drank the water as fast as she could. He smiled and gave Barbara an empty bag to put the poptarts in and a wet cloth to clean her hands, she disgustedly wiped her hands.

"Thanks, Alfred."

"Pleasure, Miss Barbara."

Dinah arrived with a mop and cleaned the floor. Helena was still coughing lightly.

"Dinah, I don't want to have to you again keep an eye on her and don't bother her." Barbara said.

"We were just playing."

"Do it, but do it with less noise. Helena, I don't want any more fighting." Barbara pointed at them. "Understand?"

"Yes." Dinah put the dirty napkins inside the empty bag.

"Now please, take her to your room and please, keep quiet."

The teen nodded and, grabbing Helena's hand, she went to the bedroom.

Barbara finished cleaning her hands and gave the wet cloth to Alfred, who smiled lightly. She looked at him and moved her hands. "I need to be firm, Alfred, you know that."

"Yes, you are."

Barbara glared at him. "Are you mocking me?"

"Never, Miss Barbara. I'm just impressed as to how you manage to punish them without laughing."

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Nothing. I admire your determination and your strength. It's hard to be firm with her, particularly with Miss Helena."

"I agree," the princess said, printing some results off the computer. "I, as Alfred said, admire how your decision to punish them is not affected by the humor of the situations in which they are involved."

"So... you both think I'm too hard on them." Barbara crossed her arms, she knew they were asking her, with their attitude, to be more flexible with the girls.

"Not too hard, firm." Alfred raised his brow.

"Diana?" The redhead turned to look at the princess.

"I agree, you are firm, very firm. That's good in... our job..." The amazon moved toward her moving her hands trying to express herself better. "Our job is hard... and we must be firm. If we are not firm... we can lose control or... be flexible and enjoy the funniest situations."

"All right, all right." Barbara exhaled wheeling toward her screen. "No more, I get it, I get it."

"Want some coffee?" he asked the princess, gently.

"Please." Diana winked at him.