A/N: Sorry for the delay, it's just been an off couple weeks where we've both been sick and sleep-deprived. And oboefae says that it worries her that this isn't my first crack fic. What do you think?

Disclaimer: I still don't own Wicked. Sorry.

"You two are—uh—hyper this morning," Fiyero said uneasily.

Elphaba took a bite of eggs and bounced ever so slightly in her seat. "Hyper? Why, whatever gave you that idea?" she said, as if absurd, but then she looked at Galinda and they laughed as if at a hidden joke.

"Hey, F'yero," Galinda said suddenly, jabbing her fork in his direction. "Do you think that if we dyed all of our food pink, that we would all turn pink?"

Fiyero wondered briefly if she was drunk.

"Well, I don't know," Elphaba responded in his place. "But maybe we should try it. I've always liked the flavor pink." She winked and it took a moment for Fiyero to pinpoint the manner in which she did it: suggestively.

But then the two girls burst out laughing and were incoherent for a solid ten minutes.

"I hate Monday mornings," Fiyero grumbled.

A/N: Believe it or not, the comment about the flavor pink is something that I actually said at lunch. I vehemently reaffirmed the fact that I don't like the color pink and oboefae's brother held up my empty bottle of strawberry milk.

And come on guys! 199 reviews? That's just cruel.