A/N: Okay, folks, Ashley/Girly/TheGirlDefyingGravity/the eldest of TwinWives/the Bessa half/whatever else. First off, thank you so much for the lovely reviews! They make us really happy :D

And second off, what we're going to do is for each person who reviewed with an idea (this applies to future reviews as well), we will make it into a chapter, and dedicate the chapter to that person.

We're doing it in order of reviews (like this chapter is based off of the first review we got that contained an idea for our fic in it, then the next will be the second review we got that contained an idea, etc.). So we're not playing favorites :). And if you include what you ate for dinner in your review, we'll try our hardest to incorporate your dinner/snack in the chapter. As of 10:03 EST on January 22nd, 2010, the order we will be writing the chapters based off ideas are Twilight4everTD12's idea, ElianaMargalit's idea, My Blue Winged Angel's idea, ghostly bender's idea, and LoveBroadway1510's idea (that's the order you all reviewed in).

Once again, thank you so much for being such wonderful readers! :D

This chapter is based off of the ideas of and dedicated to: Twilight4everTD12.

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We zoomed in on our five favorite people, whom were bored as usual. Suddenly the authoresses popped in.

"Glinda," the eldest of the twin wives asked. "How much make-up do you wear? Just out of curiosity. I wear make-up, too; well, just a little, but yeah."

"Oh! I love talking about make-up!" Glinda squealed. "I wear face powder, blush, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, lip stick, sometimes lip gloss...I think that's it!" She bounced. Elphaba raised an eyebrow. "Plus I do lots of various different skin cares…"

"Oh. I don't wear nearly that much, but your make-up looks very nice," the eldest said, smiling. "You look very pretty, though. But I have a question." Glinda raised one of her perfectly done eyebrows, but was still bouncing. "Would you rather live forever without wearing any make-up or marry Boq?"

An assortment of things happened that that moment: Boq looked hopeful, Nessa smacked him, Elphaba choked, Fiyero thumped her on the back, and Glinda looked frightened.

"Well..." Glinda said, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Could I still wear mascara and lip gloss if I chose the first option?"

Both authoresses looked at each other.

"Well..." said the youngest slowly. "If I said yes, would you choose the first option?"

Glinda nodded unsurely.

"THAT SETTLES IT!" the authoress exclaimed, game show music playing randomly in the background and bright flashes of light behind her. "Glinda chooses option one IF she can wear mascara and lip gloss, but otherwise chooses option two!"

"What does that proove?" asked an unsettled Fiyero.

:"I…er…nothing..." stuttered the younger, game show music dying.

Silence.

"Well, we asked our readers what they wanted to know, and this was one of the questions," the eldest stated. "Now, Fiyero, we have a question for you."

"Uh oh." said Fiyero immediately, turning pale. "Is this about the Neytiri versus Fae thing? Cause I swear..." he shut up as soon as he felt Elphaba's glare on him.

"Who. Is. That?" she growled.

"I-uh-no! It's just-she's blue-and-they think I'm attracted to colorful people-and-uh..." He began to sweat.

The eldest decided she should break the bad feeling. "No, it's not that! The question is, would you rather make out with Elphaba in a closet, eat cotton candy, or somehow manage to do both?"

"Oh. Both," he said dreamily. "It's a great combo..." he and Elphaba looked at each other and laughed, then looked at each other, then…

"WE WILL MOVE AHEAD TO KEEP THIS AT A T RATING!" the youngest shouted..

"TMI! TMI! TMI!" screamed Boq, Nessa, and Glinda-

"Damn, what's with the projector-?" some random person that probably won't appear again and are not sure why they were even in the fic yelled.

"BACK TO YOUR FIC!" the same person from above screamed. Then they magically disappeared.

"My innocence is RUINED!" Nessa shrieked. "Well, actually not any more than it was before because-" she stopped and blushed. "Never mind," she muttered, looking down at the floor.

Silence reigned supreme.

"Nessie?" Elphaba inquired. "What are you talking about...?"

"Wallie and Glinda are engaged, aren't you, Glinda?!" Boq jumped in hastily.

Oh, yes..." said Glinda dreamily, patting the wall...which was when the inevitable happened: an OC walked in.

Everyone screamed in surprise.

Who-who are you?" Nessa whimpered.

"I'm Aidian." he supplied. "The youngest twin noticed that there's a lot of Glinda/OC OCs named Aidian, and she used it once even before she discovered fanfiction, so that's my name."

Everyone sighed in relief at the realization that it wasn't a Gary Stu.

The eldest grinned. "Now the plan is going perfectly!" she muttered, then cleared her throat, deciding to change the subject. "Elphaba, we have a question for you."

"Yes?" Elphaba replied, still in a bad mood.

"Would you rather live as a Galinda drone or turn Fiyero back into a scarecrow? The eldest proceeded to ask.

Elphaba, still fuming about Neytiri, looked up. "Turn Fiyero back into a scarecrow," she said angrily.

Fiyero inched away.

"That's a good idea, Fiyero," Nessa told him. "I lived with my sister for many, many years." She paused thoughtfully. "You might want to grab one of those pillows."

Elphaba looked ready to explode, but at the last second she randomly dragged Fiyero into a long make out session that we will not describe for fear of this fic becoming and M. Plus the fact that we're young.

"I think my little sister's mind has been corrupted," the eldest stated.

"Yours has too!" the younger replied irritably.

"Good point, but I AM the older one!"

The sisters continued to argue, Fiyero and Elphaba were still making out, and Boq and Nessa looked at each other, shrugged, and began to make out as well, while Glinda and Aidian sat in the corner, eating oatmeal cookies together.