"Fiyero, why won't you just call a spade a spade?"

"I am. I'm telling you exactly what I see."

She scoffed at him, annoyed, flipping her dark hair over her shoulders. This had to be their most frequent argument- as well as their most pointless.

Even after they had been forced to leave Oz, she had been sure he would find something more interesting and disapear- she wouldn't have been angry, she would've understood completely. After she had been able to transform him back into a man, she had flat out told him that she wouldn't be upset with him for leaving.

When he didn't leave, that was when she knew he really did love her.

However, no matter how much he tried, he could not convince her she was beautiful. He would tell her she was over and over again, but years and years of being called ugly had hurt her self-esteem permenantly. It was a bit of a hopeless cause.

That didn't mean he would stop trying. "Elphie-Fae, listen to me.Why is it so hard for you to believe that I think you're beautiful?"

"All I'm saying is call a spade a spade. And I know a spade when I see one."