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“Tell me another secret,” says Galinda.
They’re lying on their dorm room floor, still in their clothes from this weekend’s outing to the Ozdust. It had become a routine—go out, dance with everyone, dance together, leave together, and settle into a heap of dresses and hair and sparkles while they wait for the sun to rise.
Elphie hums, her head rolling so she’s looking at Galinda. Her eyes have grown softer over the weeks. Galinda likes it.
“Is it my turn to go first?”
“Yes, it is,” says Galinda. “Last week I started by telling you—”
“I don’t prefer the company of men,” says Elphie.
Galinda stops talking. Suddenly, it seems there is no air in her lungs.
“I don’t prefer the company of women either, really,” Elphie continues. “I don’t really have a preference. I guess you’d call it bi, but I don’t really prefer a la—”
Galinda’s chest spasms, and she starts breathing again with the most inelegant cough. Elphie’s brows furrow. Galinda wipes the spit from her mouth. She blinks. Blinks again. And a third time, just for good measure.
“Oh!” she manages. Her chest burns. Her face burns. “That’s- Wow! That’s so- That’s positively thrillifying!”
Elphie blinks back at her. “Right,” she says. “I mean, it isn’t really. It’s just me.”
“Right,” Galinda echoes. “I meant, well, that it is thrillifying that you told me, of course.”
“Of course.” Elphie doesn’t sound convinced. “What about you?”
“Me?” She pushes her head off the floor so quickly that Elphaba jumps. “Me? I’m, well- I’m going to marry Fiyero, of course.” Elphie is still staring at her funny, though. Galinda collapses back onto the floor. “So, you know, it doesn’t matter. That’s- He’s what I prefer.”
Elphie stays silent for a while, staring most uncomfortably. “I mean your secret.”
“Oh,” says Galinda. She wracks her brain for a secret—surely she had one when she started this line of questioning, right?—but it has turned to tulle. “Does that not count?”
“I already knew that.”
Of course she did. Still, “Need you be so picky?” says Galinda. Elphie opens her mouth, then closes it again. “It’s almost tomorrow. We should sleep.”
Galinda clamours her way off the floor. Her knees feel wobbly, she realizes only once she’s standing. From exhaustion, surely. She stumbles over to her bed. It would pass with some sleep.
“Goodnight,” says Elphie.
Galinda jumps. “Goodnight!” she sings back.
She does not sleep even a wink that night.
…
“I think I’m homophobic,” she announces as she drops into her seat at the dining hall later.
“Um, Galinda?” says Pfannee.
“Good morning?” says ShenShen.
“It most certainly is not,” says Galinda. She plops her head onto the table, huffing out a breath against its surface, only for it to blow up, hot and uncomfortable, into her face. “Didn’t you hear me? I think I’m ho-mo-pho-bic.”
She whispers the last word this time. People are starting to stare.
“We heard you the first time,” says Shenshen.
“What makes you think that?” asks Pfannee.
Galinda turns her head, her cheek staying squished against the table. “I had the most horrendible night last night,” she says. “Someone- Elphie came out to me.”
“Elphaba’s queer?”
“That’s awesome!”
“It is not,” Galinda huffs. “It has been most unpleasant, if you must know.”
Pfannee and Shenshen both frown. “Has she done something?”
“No,” says Galinda. “She just said it and- Ugh! It has made me feel all strange. It’s just like when I first met her, when I loathed her.”
Neither Pfannee nor Shenshen say anything. They simply stare at her with the most confusifying looks on their faces, almost like they want to laugh.
“It’s not funny,” says Galinda.
“Of course not.”
“Not at all.”
Galinda sighs and presses her nose into the table again. “The only reason I would loathe her again now is if I was homophobic.”
“Are you sure you’re not just—” Pfannee starts.
The table jostles as though someone kicked it.
“What we’re trying to say is,” says Shenshen, “you are so good, Galinda, surely you will figure this out.”
“Oh, I will!” says Galinda. For Elphie, of course. And to stop this horrifying twisting in her stomach. And the pressure in her chest. And the blotchy redness in her cheeks. “I will.”
…
She runs into Elphaba in the hall between classes. Quite literally runs into her.
Galinda gasps. The book Elphie was holding thumps to the ground. She doesn’t reach for it. Instead, her hands settle right on Galinda’s arms, so warm they seem to burn. She hadn’t even noticed how wobbly she felt until Elphie was holding her steady. But then her insides start doing that awful wobbly thing too and—
“Are you okay?”
“What?” Galinda blinks. Elphie is staring back at her, her brow all furrowed. “I’m brilliant,” she says. “I was simply distractified.”
“Are you sure?” asks Elphie. “I told you that I—”
Galinda’s face goes hot. “Totally unrelated!”
“—and you’ve been acting weird ever since.”
“I just did not sleep very well,” says Galinda. It feels like a lie. Elphie looks at her like she knows it’s a lie and, no, that cannot do. Galinda opens her mouth—she can talk her way out of this, surely—but then Elphaba’s thumb on her arms does this horrendible sweeping thing and Galinda’s brain malfunctions entirely.
Every nerve in her body feels alight. Something is wrong. The homophobia must be making her ill.
“Galinda?”
She shakes herself out of it. Her hands come up to touch Elphie’s shoulder, and even that burns but Galinda ignores it. “I’m fine, Elphie,” she says. “Perfect, even.”
She twirls them around to prove it, except Elphaba’s book is still on the floor. Her heel catches its spine and her ankle rolls and she stumbles backwards, very nearly toppling onto the floor.
Elphie is staring at her, eyes wide. Galinda straightens her body, flattens her skirt, and clicks a heel against the floor.
“Well! I have class,” she says, turns on her heel, and walks away. “Linguification! Very important!”
…
She gets to class late. Everyone stares at her as she walks in, takes her seat between Shenshen and Pfannee, and plops her forehead on her desk.
“I am a horrendible person,” she declares.
Pfannee reaches out and pats her twice on the back. “There, there, Galinda.”
“You’ll figure it out,” says Shenshen.
Galinda huffs, folds her arms around her head, and ignores the entire lecture.
…
It takes Elphie hours to fall asleep that night. She keeps tossing and turning, rolling over to stare at Galinda, opening her mouth as though she wants to speak, but she never does.
Galinda knows this because it takes her even longer to fall asleep.
She spends so long listening to the clock tick, staring at the ceiling. Every time she feels Elphie’s eyes on her she wants to say something except her tongue feels stuck.
Once Elphie finally settles, Galinda lets herself look. Elphie’s face is squished adorably against her pillow and one arm hangs off the edge of her mattress and Galinda keeps hearing “I don’t really have a preference” echoing in her head. Her body goes tingly.
Her brain, the traitorous thing, supplies her with an image of another girl tucked in behind Elphie, the way Fiyero has occasionally cuddled with Galinda. A smart, bookish girl, probably. The strange fluttering in her stomach turns into a horrifying swooping.
Galinda hates her.
She huffs, rolls over in bed, and stares at the wall this time for a change of scenery.
…
“I think I’m homophobic,” she says to Fiyero.
“Well, good morning,” he responds. His eyebrows are high and the corner of his mouth is twisted up, like he’s about to laugh and oh, he is an even more horrendable person than she is.
“This isn’t funny!” she hisses, and drops into the seat next to him. He’s at the book place, with a book open in front of him as though he was actually reading. “I’m being serious. I think I’m ho-mo-”
“I heard you the first time,” says Fiyero. He chuckles, which is dangerously close to a laugh, but Galinda lets it slide because she’s nice like that. “What happened? This have to do with Elphaba?”
Galinda’s jaw drops. “How did you- She told you?” she hisses. And even though she has spent the last day completely sickified over this, the idea of Elphaba telling Fiyero first had her feeling, well, even more sickified.
“Lucky guess,” says Fiyero. Galinda squints at him. “It’s usually about Elphaba, with you.”
“I don’t know what you’re implying,” she says.
“Of course you don’t.” Fiyero smirks. “So what happened with your dear roommate?”
“Ugh! Don’t remind me!” Galinda collapsed onto his shoulder. Fiyero’s arm comes up to wrap around her. “She told me that she enjoys the company of women. And I simply cannot stop thinking about it!”
Fiyero squeezes her arm.
“And every time I think about it my face gets hot and my chest gets the most distractifying flutter.” Galinda nudges closer to him. “It feels atrocious, Fiyero.”
He hums. “Right, right. I see,” he says. “Can I ask, do you ever feel that way around me?”
Galinda lifts her head, brows furrowed. “Of course not,” she says. “Are you not following? You’re not … like that.”
“Uh huh,” says Fiyero. “Do you ever feel that way around Pfannee?”
Galinda thinks for a moment. “No,” she says. That is curious but, “perhaps because he’s a man?”
Fiyero hums again. “Would you feel that way if Shenshen was-?”
“I thought she was?” says Galinda. Fiyero’s brows go up, the question unspoken. “No, I haven’t felt this way. But that’s why this is so distractifying! Elphie’s my best friend, Fiyero. Why would I only feel this way now?”
“That is a mystery,” he says. He pats her arm twice, pushes her to sit up on her own, and starts getting off the bench entirely. “Let me think on it. I’ll get back to you.”
Galinda opens her mouth to call after him, but Fiyero is already too many steps away.
…
She sits next to Elphie in class later.
Their legs brush against each other on the bench, no matter how much Galinda tries to tuck her feet under herself. Elphie’s arm is warm against hers. At some point, during a part of lecture where notes aren’t required, her hand finds Galinda’s under the table.
They do this all the time. It should not be this distractifying, but Galinda cannot think, cannot breathe.
It would be rude to pull away, though, so she squeezes Elphie’s hand instead.
…
“Have you figured out your gay problem?’ asks Shenshen later, at dinner.
Galinda feels her cheeks go red. “Don’t call it that,” she hisses. “It’s not- I don’t have a-”
“Shh, it’s okay,” says Pfannee. He looks over at Shenshen, a twisted little smile on his face. “This is clearly a very not gay Elphaba problem.”
Shenshen laughs so loudly people turn to stare at them. Pfannee starts giggling. Galinda’s stomach feels all weird again.
“I’m not hungry,” she says, and rushes off.
…
Elphaba is in their dorm room when Galinda gets there, which is most unfortunate because it makes her feel even more sickified. Which makes her feel even more horrendable. Which makes her want to turn around and run to, well, anywhere.
But Elphie is standing in an instant, standing right in front of Galinda, her hand hovering near Galinda’s elbow.
“Are you okay?” she asks. “You look—” her brows furrow “—bad.”
Galinda huffs. “Why thank you, Elphie, that’s exactly—”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” says Elphaba. Her hand, at last, lands on Galinda’s elbow and she starts dragging Galinda over towards her bed. “You’ve been acting weird.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” says Galinda, even as she drops onto her bed and throws her whole body onto the mattress. “I’ve been perfectly normal.”
“You’ve been tense,” says Elphie. Her fingers have taken to running gently up and down Galinda’s arm. It’s grounding. It’s too much. Galinda doesn’t move away. “Ever since I—”
Galinda’s whole body goes tight. “That’s not why!”
“It seems like it is,” says Elphie. “Most of your friends are queer, I didn’t think it would bother you.”
“It doesn’t!” says Galinda, except she can’t look away from the ceiling.
“Do I make you uncomfortable now?” asks Elphie, and she sounds oh so sad now. Her fingers stop moving on Galinda’s arm. The mattress shifts as she starts to pull away and Galinda bolts upright.
“No!” she says. She wants Elphie to touch her again. She wants to run all the way to the other end of Shiz where no one can see how red her face is. She wants to stop feeling like she’s lying. “You don’t- It’s not- I just- Ugh!”
“Galinda—”
“It’s just a big change, okay Elphie?”
It feels like a suitable explanation, but Elphie frowns the most horrendable frown. “Is it? Galinda, I’m still me.”
“You are! There’s just so many more possibilities for us,” says Galinda. Elphie’s brows go way up. Galinda’s whole body burns. “For you, I mean. Not me. This doesn’t affect me, obviously. I’m with Fiyero and I’m—”
“Galinda.”
She freezes. Her whole body feels heavy. The sickified feeling is back. “I’m not feeling well,” she says. “I should go. I wanted to be alone.”
She goes to get up, but Elphie presses down on her knee. Galinda’s stomach lurches.
“I’ll go,” says Elphie. “I need to pick up a book from the library.”
She gets up. Galinda just watches as she gathers her stuff, pushes her glasses onto her and tucks some books into a bag. Elphie hesitates at the door, but turns and leaves without a word.
It’s only as the door thuds closed that Galinda realizes she forgot to clarify the most important thing. She scrambles off the bed, runs for the door, and sticks her head into the hallway.
“Wait, Elphie!” she says. “I’m not homophobic. I love gay people!”
Elphaba turns, smiles softly, and continues walking. Satisfied, Galinda starts returning to her bed, until she remembers Elphie’s words. She nearly trips over her own feet running back to the door.
“And bi people!” she shouts.
Elphie’s shoulders shake with a laugh. Galinda makes it two steps towards her bed, stops, and rushes back one more time.
“And all the other letters, too!” she shouts.
Elphie is too far now for Galinda to see her reaction, but another student is walking back. They giggle and say, in the most confusifying tone, “Talk Valentina!”
Galinda blinks at them. “It’s Ga-lin-da.”
The random person laughs, which seems rather rude, so Galinda closes the door in their face. She falls back against it, her wobbly knees making her collapse all the way to the floor.
…
Her body is so positively exhausted that she actually sleeps that night.
But she dreams of Elphaba. Elphaba in the poppy field holding a girl’s hand. Elphaba in the poppy field kissing a girl’s forehead. Elphaba in the poppy field resting her palm on the girl’s cheek and smiling and leaning in close and kissing her and, oh, the girl is gorgeous and blonde and Galinda despises her.
Galinda wakes up gasping. Her whole body is hot and uncomfortably stickified to her sheets. She stares at the ceiling and tries to catch her breath.
When she turns to glance at Elphaba’s bed, Elphie’s staring back at her.
“I’m fine,” says Galinda. “It was just a- a nightmare.”
It doesn’t feel entirely true, but her skin is crawling and her chest is tight. Galinda didn’t know homophobia was quite so literal.
…
When she wakes up in the morning, Elphie is already gone, but there’s a note on her desk, written on Elphaba’s prettiest green paper that reads: Don’t worry, I know you’re not homophobic, with the prettiest little heart at the end.
Galinda is still standing there staring at it when there’s a knock at the door.
She rushes over to answer it. Fiyero is standing there, leaning against the wall, grinning. He waltzes into the room without so much as an invitation, and leans right against Elphie’s desk, his big hand covering the note.
“I’ve been thinking about your homophobia predicament,” he says.
Galinda takes a step forward, and tries to peek around his body.
“And I think we should break up,” says Fiyero.
“Okay,” says Galinda. The green paper is poking out from the edge of his pinky. Surely she could snag it back. “That sounds great.”
Fiyero pushes himself up off the desk. “Galinda?” he says, just as she reaches forward to snatch the note up from the desk. She is most relieved to find that he didn’t smudge the ink. “A scrap of paper? I’m breaking up with you and you’re focused on a scrap of paper?”
“It’s not a scrap. It’s a note! From Elphie!” says Galinda. Then, at last, his words make it to her brain, and she frowns. “Breaking up?”
Fiyero nods. He seems so sure, so scripted, which is completely unfair given that Galinda is so distractified. “I’ve thought about it, and I don’t think I can date a homo—”
“It’s not like I can control it,” she huffs.
Fiyero’s response is to smile. His eyes flick up and down between the paper in Galinda’s hands and her face, which is getting hotter and hotter with every glance. Then he has the audacity to laugh.
“This isn’t funny!” she shouts. “It’s not my fault that I- that I feel this way.”
Fiyero steps forward. His big arms wrap around her body and pull her close, until her own arms are squished up against his body. His hand skims down the length of her back and his lips press a quick kiss to the top of her head.
“I know,” he says. “That’s the point.”
Galinda opens her mouth to ask what he means, but he’s already pulling away and sauntering towards the door as though they’d simply discussed lunch plans. His hand hovers on the doorknob.
“I’m here, still, if you ever need to talk,” he says. “I sense big revelations in your future.”
Then he slips out the door and leaves Galinda standing there with her slightly crumpled note.
…
Galinda intercepts Elphie on her way to lunch.
“We can eat in our room,” she says. “I need an emergency best friend session.”
Elphie doesn’t even hesitate. She tucks her books under one arm, takes Galinda’s hand in the other, and follows her, running down the halls of Shiz. It feels so brilliantly normal, so perfectly warm.
When they get to their room, Galinda shoves Elphie inside and closes the door behind them.
“Fiyero broke up with me,” she says.
Elphie’s eyes widen. “Oh,” she says. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” says Galinda. “It’s fine. I’m simply confusified.”
“Oh,” Elphie repeats. “I thought you were going to marry him?”
“Yes, well, these things happen,” says Galinda. “He said he can’t date a ho- me, he can’t date me.”
“That’s … unfortunate,” says Elphie. “You’re sure you’re not more upset? We could hole out here. I can miss class, Dr. Dillamond will understand.”
And oh, that sounds lovely, being here with Elphie, like they used to.
“That sounds lovely.”
…
They end up on the floor again, a heap of dresses and hair and sparkles. Her head rests on Elphie’s stomach. Elphie plays with the ends of her hair. Every touch tingles, but the fluttering in her stomach isn’t quite so sickifying.
“Elphie?” she whispers.
“Yes?”
Galinda rolls her head, to meet Elphaba’s eyes. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting,” she says. “I’ve had so much on my mind. It’s been simply horrendable.”
Elphie merely hums, but her fingers inch closer to Galinda’s skin, which seems like a good sign.
“I think Fiyero was probably right,” she continues. “I’ve been so distractified. My brain hasn’t even felt like my own. I couldn’t even—oh, this is embarrassing—I couldn’t even focus on him breaking up with me.”
“What were you focused on?” asks Elphie.
You, of course, Galinda thinks. It’s all she’s been able to think about for days. Not even just her brain, her whole body, down to the tips of her toes, has been focused on this. Her tongue, too, for instead of answering it says, “Can I ask you a question?”
Elphie freezes, then thaws just as fast. “Of course.”
Galinda leans back, watches the ceiling. “When you think of two girls together,” she says, “like, together together, do you ever get uncomfortable?”
Elphaba takes a moment to answer. She lets out a long, slow breath and says, “Uncomfortable how?”
“Like, oh I don’t know, dizzy,” says Glinda. “And hot all over! And like a whole hoard of hummingbirds is in your chest!”
Elphie freezes again. Then, her fingers brush Galinda’s forehead, sweeping a strand of hair, encouraging her to turn again. When she does, Elphie’s eyes are big and soft, like they were that night, and Galinda realizes her heart is beating like it’s a hummingbird.
“Galinda,” says Elphaba softly. “I like the idea of two girls—”
A mortified flush heats Galinda’s face. “Right,” she says. “Of course. I should have known. You wouldn’t understand.”
She moves to get up, but Elphaba’s hand closes around her wrist. They’re both sitting up now, staring at each other. Galinda thinks of wrenching her hand free and running, but Elphie sweeps her thumb across the skin there and suddenly her whole body feels stuck to the floor.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” says Elphie. “I’m saying that I do feel that way because I like girls.”
Once again, Galinda feels like there’s no air in her lungs. Elphaba is staring at her—right into her soul, it feels like—with this look in her eyes like she knows something.
Galinda knows that look. Everyone has been looking at her like that for days.
She gasps, pulling her hand free. She pushes herself off the floor with all the elegance of a baby deer, while Elphaba stares up at her, looking petrified.
“I’m okay,” says Galinda. “I’m okay! I just- I need to talk to Fiyero.”
And she runs off.
…
She finds Fiyero in the book place with Pfannee and Shenshen, which is most suspicious given that they never hang out without her, and certainly not here.
Galinda is far too distractified to question it.
She plops herself down on the bench and pulls the book right out of Fiyero’s hands.
“Hey, I was reading—”
“You know something,” says Galinda, pointing right at his chest. She looks at Pfannee and Shenshen too. “You all know something I don’t. That’s why you’ve been so confusifying.”
They all stare at her, all guilty with their mouths twisted into attempts not to smile.
“Is it about Elphie?” she asks.
“No,” says Pfannee.
“Yes,” says Shenshen.
“Tangentially,” says Fiyero.
Galinda squints at them. “It’s about me, right?”
“Yes,” says Pfannee.
“Oh, thank Oz,” says Shenshen.
The corner of Fiyero’s mouth lifts into a smile. “I think you know it.”
“Does Elphie know what it is?” she asks.
“Probably,” says Pfannee.
“Absolutely,” says Shenshen.
Fiyero stares at her for a second, then answers with a simple, “Yes,” that feels far more certain than anything else. “Do you know what it is?”
Galinda swallows. Her throat feels funny. Her whole body feels funny. She stares at Fiyero, and whispers: “I’m not homophobic.”
The whole table seems to breathe a sigh of relief. Pfannee starts clapping quietly under the table. Shenshen starts giggling. Fiyero keeps looking at her, his eyes sparkling like he’s proud.
“I’m not homophobic,” she says louder. She throws her leg over the bench, stands back up with a slight assist from Fiyero. Her chest feels so much lighter, she can’t help but spin, and again, and again, and shouts it this time: “I’m not homophobic!”
When she opens her eyes, everyone is staring. Fiyero, the traitor, is once again trying not to laugh.
“I said I’m not homophobic,” says Galinda. “N-O-T, not.”
“Shhhh,” the librarian responds.
Galinda scowls at her. “This is a big moment!” she says. She turns back to the table and smiles. “I need to talk to Elphie.”
…
She runs and dances and spins her way back to their dorm room. When she opens the door, Elphie is sitting at her desk again. She’d clearly been watching the door, because the second Galinda walks in, her shoulders sag in relief.
“Oh good,” she says. “I thought I’d scared you off.”
“No, no!” says Galinda, and she still feels like dancing so she spins her way over to the desk and plops herself on top of it. “I just had something very important to discuss with Fiyero, and Pfannee and Shenshen.”
Elphaba hums. A wicked sparkle appears in her eye. “Needed to reassure them that you’re not homophobic afterall?”
Galinda’s mouth falls open. “You knew?” She kicks Elphie’s knee softly. “How did you know?”
“Word spreads around here,” says Elphie, “and you’re not very good at whispering.”
“I’m perfect at whispering!” says Galinda, far too loudly. “I’ll have you know—”
Elphaba reaches over and grabs her hand and oh the burning is far more pleasant now. “That’s not the point,” she says, giggling. “You seem happier.”
“Oh, I am,” says Galinda. “Thinking you’re homophobic is so upsettifying.”
“And now?” says Elphie. “You seem to have had a revelation.”
Glinda smiles even wider. “I did.”
Elphie’s thumb sweeps across her knuckles. “So I didn’t read you wrong?” she says, a whisper (she may be better at whispering than Galinfa after all ).
“Read me?”
Elphie hums. “I may have had my suspicions when I told you,” she said. “Nothing- I could have been wrong, of course. But I thought maybe you were … like me.”
“Well, you weren’t wrong,” says Galinda. “You knew before me. So did Pfannee and Shenshen and—”
“Fiyero?” says Elphie.
There’s something mischievous about her smile that makes Galinda squint at her. But now is not the time, she’ll interrogate them both another day. Instead, she lifts her other hand and rests it over Elphie’s, fidgeting with her fingers.
“You thought I was like you,” she says, “but did you think I might like you?”
The mischievousness falls right off Elphie’s face, replaced with something soft and shy. “I may have hoped,” she admits. “But it’s okay if not. I’m just happy you—”
“Elphaba,” says Galinda. She squeezes her hand. “Did any of my behaviour for the last few days seem like that of a purely platonic friend?”
“Well, one of us certainly thought so,” Elphaba laughs.
Galinda pinches her hand as punishment. “Well I’m not supposed to be the smart one!”
“I didn’t want to assume!” says Elphie. She’s still giggling, and it’s positively adorable, and the only thing Galinda can think to do with all the hummingbirds in her chest is lean down as press a kiss to the back of Elphie’s hand.
Oh, it is so much lovelier like this.
Elphie’s smile is brilliant. She stands up from her chair, places herself right in front of Galinda. She can’t help it, her hand comes up to rest on Elphie’s cheek instead, to pull her closer until their noses brush.
“Can I?” asks Elphaba.
Galinda hums. “Please.”
Elphie leans in slowly until her mouth is pressed against Galinda’s and all Galinda can do is hold onto her face and her hand because it has never felt like this before.
…
“How did you know?” she asks Fiyero the next day.
They’re all sitting in the dining hall. Elphie is holding her hand under the table. Galinda thinks she never wants to let go.
Fiyero shrugs, but he grins so wide that Galinda immediately regrets asking. “You kiss like a lesbian.”
Galinda’s mouth falls open. “What does that even mean?” she hisses.
Fiyero just shrugs, laughing to himself.
Elphie leans in though, presses a quick kiss to her cheek, and whispers, “You do.” And she squeezes Galinda’s hand as though to tell her that’s a good thing.
And, well, if Elphie likes it then it must be.