When we arrived, I asked, "Momsie, Popsical, who won?"
"Tie," Momsie immediately answered.
I grinned and Elphaba stuck her tongue out at me. "Hey, Elphaba," I whined.
Elphaba glared at me and said, "Quit being a baby, Galinda."
Then she glanced over and saw Nessa sitting by herself.
She looked at us and then over at Nessa several times. "Go on," I said, gently. "You can sit with her."
She nodded and walked over and touched Nessa's shoulder. "Hey, um, Nessa, do you want to come sit with me and my family?" Elphaba asked.
"No, thank you," Nessa replied coldly.
Elphaba nodded and quickly rejoined us.
Popsical asked, "So who was that?"
"A girl we met at orientation yesterday," I said, distantly.
"It was a couple of days ago," Elphaba corrected.
I glared at her and she said, "Her name's Nessarose Thropp—but she prefers to be called Nessa instead—and she was perfectly polite during orientation. What happened?"
"Elphaba, I think Miss Nessarose might be homesick and miss her parents…" Popsical began.
"Actually, her mother died when she was born," Elphaba interjected.
Momsie nodded and said, "Alright. Just let her be, ok, girls?"
Galinda and I looked at each other and then nodded.