Fiyero reached out and pulled Elphaba close. Her emerald face showed surprise at his gesture, but slowly relaxed as he entwined his fingers in hers. On St. Patrick's Day, he was happy to have her be his bit of green. "You're my lucky charm Elphie." He whispered in her ear.
Elphaba cackled at the absurdity of his words, "Oh really? I am neither lucky nor charming Mr. Tiggular, I am afraid you have mistaken me for a four leaf clover."
"Well I am going to disagree with you Ms. Thropp. You are much more beautiful than a four leaf clover and much more delightful to hold as well. So I have come to the conclusion that today and everyday from now on, you will be known as my lucky charm. And you know how I figured this out?" He smiled coyly.
"Because every time I do this," he brushed his lips against hers softly, "I know that I'm the luckiest man in the world."