"Elphie, look what Fiyero found!" Glinda called, high pitched and excited.

Elphaba came eagerly out of her room, where she had been planning her new top-secret mission (once again, Glinda suspected it was assassination). When she saw what Glinda held in her hand, however she stopped short, and her faced went blank.

"I know it's not much," Fiyero shrugged, "but I noticed, whenever something stressful happens, the wizard drinks some. I thought maybe it was some sort of power source; if he doesn't have it, it may be easier for us to have a coup d'êtat." He looked anxiously hopeful. He clearly also thought Elphaba was planning murder.

But her face remained emotionless. Glinda chirped, "I thought it was interesting that it looks like the bottle you keep your oil stuff in!" This evidently was the wrong thing to say. Elphie's façade was now longer completely blank, but it was still unreadable. Swiftly, she grabbed the small, green crystal bottle of elixir, and turned on her heel.

"I'll decide how this will help us. Thank you, Fiyero. I will speak with you tomorrow. Good-night." Elphaba announced briskly.

Glinda and Fiyero exchanged surprised glances. After a moment of shock, Fiyero's face fell from surprised to crestfallen. Glinda found this slightly odd. "Don't worry, Fiyero. She's always moody." She offered. He looked up at her, and smiled. "I know, I just thought it would help more. You know, I really love working with you girls. I want you to know how much I appreciate you letting me in on the secrets." With a quick pat on the shoulder, he was gone.