"Glinda!" called a man. "Is it true you were her friend?"
"What kind of a question is that?" she responded. "Even if for some reason I was a friend of, let's remind ourselves, the Wicked Witch of the West, what good would it do any of us for me to tell you that? It's not exactly going to make me look any better, is it?"
"Of course not, your mageliness. Nothing could. You look ravishing as you are."
She smiled flirtatiously. "Why, thank you. Now let's get to work on some societal reform, eh?"