Sale.
"Howdy ya'll," Fiyero said, plopping in Elphaba and Galinda's room. In here at least, the smoldering heat of summer wouldn't reach them. In the far corner, though, Nessa was sweating from trying to wrench something off her chair.
"Goodness," she snarled, "you'd think it was in love with it!"
"With what, Nessa?" asked Elphaba.
"The Whoopee Cushion someone decided to hide beneath my chair's cushion," she growled again, still propped on the chair's arm, struggling to rip a flap of suspicious pink rubber off of it.
"Okay, who glued a Whoopee Cushion onto my sister's chair?" Elphaba asked loudly. "Speak now, or die later."
Nessarose fell backward, and her skirt flew up to reveal her knickers and underskirts.
With wide, smiling eyes, Boq extended a hand in the air. "I did, and it was so worth it—even if you do kill me."