Orange
"Fiyero, you have lovely hair."
She strokes his brownish-orange hair, running it between her fingers. It feels soft and good…
"No I don't. Brown's nice, but orange is an ugly color."
Elphaba sat up, staring at him in disbelief.
"You do too! The orange in your hair reminds me of—"
"Of oranges?"
She laughs.
"No, of sunsets, and sunrises, and flowers!"
He smiles, seeing her point.
"Alright, I take it back. I have lovely hair."
"That's better," she coos.