"What color are your insides, Elphaba?" Boq was twirling a strand of Elphaba's long black hair into a loose braid as she sat with her head in his lap. She paused for a moment, thinking seriously, then shouted with laughter, surprising the short boy.
"Did we not already have this conversation, Boq?" Elphaba referred to the time he had tried to spy on Miss Galinda by climbing the peach trees and landing in the cabagges.
"I assume my insides are green as all hell, just as I am." Elphaba spoke after a long silence in which Boq tried to braid individual strands of Elphaba's hair. He blinked, not expecting her to actually consider the question.
Elphaba sat up and turned her head around, looking at Boq as though expecting him to come up with a reply that would ruin the conversation's suddenly attained degree of seriousness.
"Hell is green?"