Burnt Coffee

I get up this morning and have toast and coffee. I mention to her that the coffee tastes burnt. She yells at me and asks how heated water filtered through coffee could taste burnt. I tell her I do not know but that it still tastes burnt and you made it. She throws the contents of her cup at me, but the coffee misses and lands instead on the green felt chair. I call her a cunt and a cur. She says she is damn sick of me and it ain’t even noon yet. I go grab my coat to leave. I head for the door and I notice she is wearing her coat, she sees I am wearing mine. It is awkward. Shouldn’t one of us stay? How will we know who the winner is if we both leave?