Textbooks
"There we go!" Elphaba grunted as she plonked a big pile of heavy-looking books on Fiyero's desk.
"Oz, Fae, you expect me to read all these?" Fiyero exclaimed incredulously, eyeing the pile in distaste.
"Yep," Elphaba confirmed, nodding cheerfully. "These are all the textbooks you need for your classes."
Fiyero groaned. "When you said 'textbooks', I thought you meant stories that were written in text speak."
Elphaba rolled her eyes. "Of course you did."
"What's the point of these things, anyway?" Fiyero complained. "I can't read all that! I'll fall asleep!"
"You'd do that anyway, wouldn't you?" Elphaba said drily.
"Well, it's preferable to studying," Fiyero admitted.
"And now I suppose you're going to beg me not to make you read the textbooks and ask me to make up fun study sessions instead, right?"
"Right."
"You're incorrigible."