Graduate?
"At the rate you're going, Fiyero Tiggular, there will be no graduation for you!"
Fiyero blinked. "You sound exactly like my mother. Except she would say something like, 'Eat your greens, Fiyero Tiggular, or there will be no dessert for you.' I'm sure you would like her. Hey, you would make a great teacher! Or mother. Either way." He shrugged.
Elphaba crossed her arms impatiently, ignoring Fiyero's comment. "Don't you want to graduate?"
"Graduate?" Fiyero fixed her a blank stare.
Elphaba huffed noisily.
"I'm only having you on," Fiyero enlightened her, grinning. "Of course I want to graduate. I don't want to be stuck in this…place forever, you know."
"Then concentrate, or you won't graduate," Elphaba snapped, having had enough.
"Hey, that rhymes!" chimed Fiyero in jest.
"Concentrate," she growled menacingly.
Fiyero rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mum."