During the service, both Glinda and Elphaba preoccupied themselves with fixing a small tear in Glinda's dress, refusing to look at the boys who adored them so much. They whispered conversationally and Boq and Fiyero would have done anything to sneak their noses into the conversation, but, alas, the girls would not let them in on what they were discussing.

"Elphaba, I've wanted to talk to you..."

"Shh, Glinda," Elphaba scolded, paying more attention than needed to the needle and thread as she hurriedly fixed Glinda's dress.

"No, really. I'm sorry about before."

"I already forgave you for that, so don't worry about it."

"It's just..."

"Sweet Oz, Glinda, do you ever stop talking?" Elphaba glared at her.

Glinda shrugged. "There's been more awkwardness between the four of us today than usual."

"You mean more than the normal awkwardness of Boq liking you?"

"Yes, more than that."

Elphaba flushed. "I haven't noticed anything."

"You can't tell me you haven't seen the way Fiyero has acted around you."

"What?"

"He's acted all funny. And well, he was staring at you the last time I looked."

Elphaba looked up, curious. Fiyero's eyes immediately scanned the room for something else to look at and she fought a smile. "Ow!" She jumped, having poked herself with the needle for lack of attention to her work. Blinking rapidly, she moved her face slightly closer so she could see better. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Elphie," Glinda whispered, "I think Fiyero feels the same way about you that Boq feels about me."

"That's difficult to believe."

"I know, but, really, Elphie."

"I don't think so."

"He likes you."

"As if I didn't know!" Elphaba blurted.

"What?"

"Nothing, Glinda."

"You just said..."

"I didn't say anything, dear Glinda."

"You know? Did he tell you?"

Defeated, Elphaba said, "Yes, he did. Are you happy now?"

"Oh, Elphie, that's so cute. He's a good-looking boy, in a barbaric sort of way."

Elphaba found this horrifying and purposely pricked Glinda with the sewing needle.

"Oh! Elphaba, you're going to stain my dress!"

"What, with blood?"

"Yes! It's yellow, you know; not black like that hideous thing you chose."

"Chose? I had nothing else. And unlike you, Glinda, I am not made of money. I couldn't just go buy another dress. Besides, I like black. It's... slimming."

"I don't think you need slimming, Elphie."

Neither of them could deny the truth of this statement. Elphaba just ignored it and went back to her concentration on Glinda's dress.

"Elphaba, do you like Fiyero?" Glinda whispered excitedly.

"What kind of question is that? Do I seem like I like Fiyero?" Elphaba asked, more worried that she was obvious than worried that the blonde girl would find out.

"Honestly, Elphaba, I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"Well, you never show emotions, Elphie. But sometimes the way you look at him has me wondering."

"The way I look at him?"

"You get this glaze over your eyes and you seem like you want something so badly and just can't have it. Of course, it would seem, you can have it."

"Maybe Fiyero is not what I want."

"Then what do you want?"

"To be left alone." Elphaba tied the thread and placed the needle back in her emergency sewing case.

"Elphie..." Glinda whined.

"What?" She was aggravated.

"Tell me. When did he say he liked you?"

"A little while ago," Elphaba replied, depending on what your version of "a little while" is, she thought.

"And what did you say back?"

"I told him he was crazy."

"Oh, Elphie, you didn't!" Glinda gasped in horror at Elphaba's actions.

"I did."

"And then what?"

"What do you mean: and then what? He denied it, of course, but I refused to let him go around having such insane thoughts."

"Did he ask you out?"

"No."

Glinda seemed to be thinking for a long while, as if there was nothing else he could have done. "Did he leave?"

Elphaba snorted and replied, "He refused to leave until I'd said something further than just telling him he was insane."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him that he was engaged to be married and that he couldn't like me even if he was thinking sanely."

"That's true," Glinda realized. "What did he say then?"

"Oh, you know, claimed he could get out of it..."

Glinda suddenly began paying attnetion to the ceremony, or so it seemed. "Well, he can."

"What do you know?" Elphaba snapped.

"His sister did. Look."

The man Fiyero's elder sister was marrying was not Arjiki, nor even from the Vinkus, this was true. Elphaba sighed. "Your point?"

"If she can, so can he. And he didn't take such refusal for an answer, did he?"

"Nope."

"What happened then?"

"We just kind of sat there."

"No, really?"

Church bells rang and the ceremony ended. Elphaba stood and looked from Boq to Fiyero to Glinda, "Really. Let's go, Glinda."