Lady Tigelaar.
Fiyero found that he was currently involved in an odd . . . situation. So very odd indeed that it was almost mind-blowing that Elphaba was there to see it, as he knew she would most certainly think he had gone bonkers.
"Fiyero, honestly, what are you thinking?"
Fiyero sat, very grumpy, in the middle of a trashed dorm room full of wrapping paper, tape, glue, and multiple other utensils. He also believed that he had something gooey clinging to his ear—like the glue.
"I'm trying to wrap everyone's presents—do you mind!"
"But, Fiyero, you've glued yourself to . . . yourself. Don't you want help?" Elphaba's smirk was infuriating, so he flung a pillow at her.
"Miss Elphaba, leave or I shall be forced to gift-wrap your face."