The trees, enraged, began to throw apples roughly at the pair. "I'll show you how to get apples," he said to Dorothy, sinking into a memory...

He was so hungry, and Elphaba was so enticing, reading and eating her apple. Two things he wanted, two things he couldn't have. Together. In front of him.

"Elphie," he tried.

"No," she said, refusing to grant him permission to speak.

"Fae. Fae. Fae..." He could continue all day, both knew.

So Elphaba, to shut him up, threw the apple at him. One out of two wasn't bad. He could try for Elphaba later.