OZDUST BOUTIQUE, 11:39 AM, SATURDAY

"Galinda! Do these match?" Nessa asked, holding up a pale pink pair of high heels. Galinda held up her pale pink dress.

"Not quite," said Galinda, sighing. "Too red." She tossed them onto a growing pile of discarded shoes, none of them the exact color of her dress. Nessa wheeled among the few remaining boxes and pulled another off of the rack. "These?"

"Too pale," replied Galinda after a glance, putting those in the pile too. "It's no use," Galinda cried. "None of these will ever be the same color!"

"Elphaba might be able to help," Nessa said thoughtfully. "I bet she can change the color of one of your favorite pairs of shoes to match your dress. I've seen her change one of the dresses you insisted on lending her from pink to navy. You know, the one that you said was too plain to ever wear."

"That one," said Galinda, shuddering with horror. "I'll ask her! But first, I have to stop by the Whizicist. I have to pick up some supplements I ordered. Come on!"

Nessa finished berating the clerk for not moving the discarded shoes out of her way fast enough, and wheeled herself out after Galinda.

Boq was waiting outside. "Miss Galinda," he started, but was interrupted by Nessa.

"Oh, Boq, dear," she was saying, "you look so tired! Do come and sit on the edge of my wheelchair and rest awhile." Nessa batted her eyelashes and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair.

Boq backed away faster than Elphaba running from lip gloss. "Nnnoooo!" he shouted, then realized how he sounded, then quickly made up an excuse. "I mean, no, I have an…erm….rash – yes, a rash…that makes sitting on wooden things rather uncomfortable. I also grow rather stiff in the joints, too… so you see, it's not you…it's just…me," he ended awkwardly.

"Ohh!" Nessa said, her eyes growing round. "A rash!"

"Yes…a rash."

Boq coughed, uncomfortable with lying in front of Miss Galinda.

"What was that you were saying earlier, Boq?" asked Galinda, hoping her Whizicist orders would still be there.

"Oh – yes, Miss Galinda! Do you know what Elphaba's favorite flower is? I mean, not that I would want to know," he added hastily, seeing the murderous look on Nessa's face. "Fiyero's got Elphie as his secret Lurline, you see," said Boq.

"Poppies," answered Galinda and Nessa, simultaneously, both jealous, but for different reasons.

"Poppies! Great! Um, I'll be going now," said Boq, and darted away.

"That was odd," commented Galinda. Turning back to Nessa, she asked, "You coming, or not?"

Nessa shook her head no. "I-I think I left something in the Boutique," she said, and wheeled of in the wrong direction.

Galinda shrugged, and turned to the Whizicisy.

SORCERY SHOP, 11:56 AM, SATURDAY

Boq pushed open the door of the Sorcery Shop and looked for the crystal ball display, where he knew Fiyero would be waiting. He spotted Fiyero, who was examining one, and hurried over.

"Fiyero! Poppies! Miss Galinda says poppies are Elphie's favorite flower. Will you order Miss Galinda's carnations now?"

Fiyero smiled, and pulled out his cell phone. "Poppies and carnations, coming up," he said, dialing the Fancified Florist's number.

"One large order of pink carnations in a pink vase, to be delivered to Miss Galinda Upland, tomorrow morning, with a note in gold ink. You want a name?" Fiyero stopped talking and turned to Boq. "You sure you want your name on the flowers?"

Boq looked surprised. "Of course I do!" he replied. "Why wouldn't I?"

Fiyero shrugged, and said, "The name is Boq, Boq Bassett. And one more order- a large arrangement of poppies, silver vase- yes, real silver- and a blank note. Send it to Fiyero Tiggular, and bill to the same place. Thanks, bye," he finished, closing the cell phone.

"Why would you send it to yourself?" asked Boq, now confused. "I thought these were for Elphaba."

"They are… I just have to put them with the other part of my gift," Fiyero said mysteriously.

"There's another part?" asked Boq.

"Yes, but I'm not telling," Fiyero said. "Now shoo!"

OZDUST BOUTIQUE, 12:19 PM, SATURDAY

"Um, where are your socks?" asked Boq nervously to the sales clerk. He had never been in a place so pink before.

"My socks?" asked the girl skeptically.

"The ones you sell."

"Oh, those socks. Over here, sir," said the clerk smoothly, swishing over to the back of the shop. Most of the socks were pink, but some of them were so insanely hideodious that Boq almost jumped with glee.

"Now, I'd go for these ones. They're really cute, and you can enjoy them in peace… they won't show over your shoes." The girl pulled a pink pair off the rack, and held them up for Boq to see. They were bright pink and stitched with rainbows. Boq shook his head furiously.

"I'm not buying for me!" he shouted, turning quite red.

"Aww, it's okay, I know you don't want people to know, I won't tell anyone, I promise," the clerk said sympathetically.

Boq was now the color of a beet. "Can't a Munchkin just pick his own socks?" he hissed, afraid someone would burst in the door any minute and find him here, examining extremely girly socks.

"Okay, if you really want," the girl said, and went back to re-shelving pink shoes. "Just call if you need anything!"

Boq grabbed a pair of plain, black and white striped socks, and walked back to the register. "Done," he said, now his face only radish-color. "Gift wrapped, please." The clerk wrapped the socks up, and Boq handed her some coins.

"These? Oh, don't tone it down. I love guys who aren't afraid to show their feminine side!" the girl said, handing Boq the package.

"Goodbye," said Boq, and turned to leave, but ran directly into Avaric.

"What are you doing here?" spluttered Avaric.

"Secret Lurline. You?" said Boq suspiciously.

"Same. You think I was here for myself, Munchkin?" replied Avaric cuttingly.

Boq glared, and pushed past Avaric. Avaric shrugged, and walked up to the clerk. "Where are your Perfect in Pink cosmetics baskets?"

The clerk led him to the cosmetics section, and shook her head. She had never seen so many men in this shop before…