Chapter Three (Elphaba)
Dear Yero,
You have started getting drunk. Last night me, you, Boq, Galinda, and Nessie where at OzDust. You had drunk about ten glasses (I think) of a spiked punch and (I believe) another five shoots of some real strong liquor.
I had dresses in a lovely blue dress. You said I looked like a butterfly. More precisely you favorite butterfly. Apparently it is very rare because you called it something like "the rarest of the butterflies in the Vinkus." I am petty sure at least. Because of that (and the fact you were drunk) when I came to get you, you started calling me your beautifully rare butterfly.
If you tell anyone, I will kill you, I liked it though. When you called me yours that is.
I hope your hang-over isn't all that bad tomorrow. I hate to think of you in pain.
Sincerely,
Your butterfly