Teaching

"Fiyero, you're not even paying attention!" Elphaba complained.

"Am too."

"I meant to what I'm saying."

"I'm practicing my lip-reading."

"No, you're not – you're just staring at my lips. You're supposed to actually be listening to what I'm saying. I'm trying to teach you this stuff so you'll be right to do the assignment, and you're not even paying attention to what you're supposed to be paying attention to!" Elphaba snapped.

"Well, can't you put things in simpler terms? I simply don't understand a word of this…stuff." Fiyero sighed and finally tore his gaze away from her lips to look into her eyes.

Elphaba pulled at a loose strand of hair. "Fine, fine," she muttered. She shook her head. "Why do I ever bother trying to teach you?"

"Because you love me."

Elphaba couldn't argue with that.