|Emerald Limelight by Lumiére & Callita. R 19/27
||[Feb. 13th, 2008|10:48 pm]
Title: Emerald Limelight 19/27|
Authors: Lumiére and Callita
Rating: R (language)
Pairing(s): Idina/Kristin, Elphaba/Glinda (& more)
Summary: Glinda gets to know Idina Menzel, while Elphaba discovers that animals can be more perceptive than humans.
Disclaimer: This is an entirely non-profit work of fiction. We do not claim ownership of the world or any of the characters we write about. They are either real people, or are fictional characters belonging to Gregory Maguire and the copyright holders of the Wicked musical.
Wordcount: 4, 940
Chapter 2, Part 1 Chapter 6, Part 1
Chapter 2, Part 2 Chapter 6, Part 2
Chapter 3, Part 1 Chapter 7, Part 1
Chapter 3, Part 2 Chapter 7, Part 2
Chapter 4, Part 1 Chapter 8, Part 1
Chapter 4, Part 2 Chapter 8, Part 2
Chapter 5, Part 1 Chapter 9, Part 1
Chapter 5, Part 2 Chapter 9, Part 2
Chapter 10, Part 1
“I really can’t say how sorry I am,” Glinda apologised for the seventeenth time.
“It’s okay, really.”
“It was the medicine she’d given me. For my arm. Otherwise I wouldn’t have said anything.”
“I know. You said. It’s fine.”
“Do you think Nessa will ever forgive me?”
“I really don’t think it’s you she’ll have a problem forgiving,” Idina sighed, and flopped back on the bed. After Glinda had ‘outed’ her, Nessarose had fled surprisingly fast for someone with no arms, and had not reappeared since. Nanny had commented cheerily that she had attended the all-night service at the Unionist Church, and Idina was secretly glad that she hadn’t come back yet. It had left her the evening to look after Glinda, still woozy and giggly from the drugs, and now it was morning. Fresh start to a drama-less day, or so she hoped.
Glinda also seemed to be feeling better. Thankfully, her arm was just sprained and in a sling, although Glinda did have a couple of purpling bruises spiralled across her shoulders. Not that Idina had been paying any attention to her shoulders
“Tell me about your world?”
“What?” Idina snapped out of her thoughts, to see Glinda looking at her expectantly. “Uh, what do you want to know?”
“Everything! What’s the name of the place where you’re from? Who’s in charge there? Do you have a family? Are there really theatres everywhere? What’s your room like? Do you go to church? How do they treat Animals?”
“Whoa, slow down.” Idina tried to get her thoughts in order. “I’m from New York, which is in a country called the United States of America. We have an elected president, and right now it’s a complete asshole called George Bush. But we won't talk about him. Of course I have a family, though it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. My mother’s been in the front row of every show I’ve ever been in. I also have a sister, though she couldn’t be more different from Nessarose. Just as intense, just a little less, uh…” she made a vague hand gesture and Glinda nodded knowingly. “Yes, there’re theatres everywhere, at least in New York. It has its own theatre district, Broadway, and that’s where all the drama happens. Uh, in more ways than one.” She suddenly thought of Kristin, and the others, wrapped up in their usual tangled web of relationships that was the trademark of the theatre world. She wondered who Michelle was after now, and whether Laura had made a move on Eden yet. Her stomach lurched. “As for my room,” she went on quickly, trying not to gabble. “Well, I have my own apartment. It's a pretty standard modern place, I’m sure you can… you can’t imagine. Of course. It’s nothing special. No, I don't go to church – I’m Jewish. That’s, uh, this other religion, although I guess Christianity isn’t that close to what you guys call Unionism either. Kristin goes regularly though. She’s almost as devout as Nessa!”
“Who’s Kristin?” Glinda asked conversationally, and Idina realised she’d gotten carried away.
“Kristin’s, uh, she’s a friend. You were asking about animals, right? Well we don’t have sentient Animals, but Kristin’s got a dog. Her name’s Maddie, and I swear, that creature is better cared for than most humans.”
“Is Kristin in the show with you? You know, the one where you ‘play’ Elphaba.”
“Yeah. Yeah, she is.”
“And what’s her role?”
“Well, uhm, she plays Glinda.”
“Oh,” Glinda said, suddenly tense. “That’s nice.”
“Kristin’s great,” Idina hurried on desperately. “You’d love her, you really would. She likes looking after people, and she’s so caring, really sweet. She helped me when I was learning the part. And she adores animals, and children. Really, you’d… you two would get on.”
“I’m sure we would.” Glinda’s voice was suddenly very small. “It all sounds very different…”
“Tell me about it.” Idina tried to lighten things. “Hey,” she grinned, “back there I’m a thirty-two year old woman!”
“Thirty-two?!” Glinda’s eyes widened. “But that’s… that’s almost as old as my mother!”
“Yeah, let’s… not say stuff like that. It’ll get weird.”
“You mean weirder than things already are?”
“You have a point. But still. No more age talk, okay?”
It was weird, but you just had to get over it, Idina thought, as they made their way to a lecture. She hadn’t wanted to go, but Glinda had insisted that if they missed any more work they would both fail the year, and that would not go down well, transportation spell or not. Luckily, they turned up late enough to grab seats at the back and avoid having to mingle too much, but Idina could still feel the curious, and sometimes hostile, looks directed towards them.
“I’m surprised she has the nerve to even show her face, after what she almost did to Miss Pfannee,” Idina heard a skinny freckled girl remark as they left the lecture (something to do with biological structure of the ear – she’d found it difficult to concentrate).
“I heard she was planning to elope with Avaric, but Pfannee caught them at it in the corridor and tried to kill her!” hissed a short Munchkin with a lisp.
“Really? From what I was told, it was Elphaba who attacked her. With a fireball, no less!” A third girl had joined them, and more seemed on the way.
“No! But she’s only been studying sorcery for a year, and I didn’t think she was that advanced. How could she possibly have managed that?”
“How should I know? Maybe Glinda helped. Those two do seem rather cosy recently.”
“But isn’t Glinda the one who had to go to the infirmary? Why would Elphaba hurt her?”
“Maybe Glinda got jealous that she was going after Avaric? I don’t know, there’s something wrong with that girl. You can tell just by looking at her. What sort of normal human being has skin that colour, hm?”
Idina sighed. It always amazed her how people seemed to assume that being gossiped about automatically induced instant deafness. Glinda was blushing again.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Idina whispered. Glinda nodded gratefully. “Okay. Well go on ahead. I’ll meet you outside – we can go to a café for lunch and study there. I’ll only be a second.”
Glinda disappeared into the busy corridor and Idina smiled broadly, turning on her heel to face the gaggle of avid gossipers.
“How you doin'?” she grinned at them. “Good? Great lecture, wasn’t it? I feel so much more knowledgeable after that, don’t you?” The girls shuffled nervously. “Hey, I know. My friend and I were about to get lunch by the canal. Why don’t you join us? I’m sure you must have a lot of questions. After all, it’s not every day you get to set things straight with the protagonist of such scandalous gossip. It's pretty incredible, right? Me, eloping with Master Avaric! Well I’m sure he’d have a good laugh about that. Honestly, everyone has to know I’m only interested in giant Tree Frogs from Quadling Country – they have the most sensuously lubricated skin, you know. You should try it sometime. No? You have other lunch engagements? Such a pity. Well, I hope I’ll see you later then. So good to get to know you. Have a good afternoon!”
She managed not to burst out laughing at their shocked, terrified faces until she was outside. It had really been far too easy. Some of the girls at Idina’s highschool would never have been taken in so easily, but then, she probably wouldn’t have been able to use the Tree Frog line there.
“What’re you looking so happy about?” Glinda asked as they wandered out of the gates, nodding to the guards who seemed to care far less whether they went out unchaperoned now that they were second years. “Oh my goodness, you didn’t say anything to those girls, did you? You did, I can tell from your face. Oh sweet Oz, what did you say?”
“I just invited them out for lunch with us,” Idina protested innocently. Glinda eyed her suspiciously.
“I think, Miss Idina,” she said, trying not to smile, “we are going to have to establish some ground rules over lunch.”
* * *
Through the night, Elphaba had resolutely decided to halt all thought on Kristin, thinking it wholly impractical and unnecessary. She received Kristin's call serving as a reminder for the plans in the morning and Elphaba thought she had been admirably unaffected by Kristin's attempt at seduction – which it had to have been. A brief chat and easy goodbye, but still Elphaba had been worried. It carried on even when attempting sleep.
Morning brought no relief as Elphaba awoke, tense and tired, and slowly going through her morning ablutions. Counting down the time she had until another act would begin. Pleasantries and somehow pretending the petite blonde didn't unsettle her. Whatever she and Idina had between them was solely that – between them – and Elphaba didn't want any part of it. Ill timed arousal or not, she would not give in, and she made sure to remind herself. And besides, it wasn't her place to partake in such activities in Idina's stead; mercifully there seemed no one else quite so expectant, and Idina's husband had called only twice for the three weeks Elphaba had been here.
When the bell finally rang, Elphaba rose from the kitchen table that had been partially covered in the heavy script, sheet music, and a mixture of her and Eden's notes. The book was there too, though it lay face down and thus far unused. She expelled a breath and ran her hands over Idina's red shirt as if ridding it of sudden creases, before making her way to the door. She pressed the button, allowing the woman entry through the first door, and began mentally rehearsing her greeting, fully aware of the idiocy of the situation but unable to stop. 'Hello Kristin', was all she need do. Or, 'Hey Kristin' as these people seemed more partial to. A quick tap on the apartment door, and Elphaba sighed and swung it open. “Hey Kristin,” she said, before even focusing on the blonde.
“Dee, hey,” the woman replied. “I hope you don't mind—”
Then Elphaba's eyes fell on the furry thing in Kristin's arms, which yapped.
“—I brought Maddie. The dog sitter's got food poisoning. She's in a terrible way.”
A dog. In clothing. “It's fine,” she said, peering at the creature. She stooped just slightly, and it squirmed in Kristin's arms, who cooed for 'Maddie' to behave. “Hello Maddie,” Elphaba said, unsure if perhaps this were in fact a Dog. The first Animal encountered here. “How are you today?”
There was a moment of silence as Elphaba continued to peer at it, and the creature peered back before rearing forward, yapping softly, and attempting to lick Elphaba's face. “Ah,” she said, and straightened with a smile that she hoped wouldn't show her disappointment. Kristin was blushing. Perhaps too warm in her white woollen coat and hat. “Come in?”Elphaba stepped back, motioning into the apartment, at which point Maddie finally bounded free and hopped to the floor, circling Elphaba's legs.
“That's... kinda weird,” Kristin said, coming in as well.
“I don't mean to be awful, but she doesn't normally like you,” Kristin said with a helpless shrug. She closed the door but still watched the little white dog as it hopped about excitedly. “Maddie, what's gotten into you, huh?”
Of course the dog didn't answer, but only ran in more mindless circles, before coming to a dizzy and seemingly happy stop, peering up at Elphaba again.
“I've brought her things though.” Kristin said, motioning to her matching bag, stuffed to the brim. “A few toys.” She picked out a pink miniature bone, and waved it in the air as she journeyed to the kitchen. “Are we doing it in here?” she called. “Hey, you started!”
“Yes,” Elphaba said following. “Tea?”
Kristin paused in divesting herself of her coat, and smiled broadly. “That'd be great!”
And so the rehearsing began. With the usual ritual of tea and tension; with Elphaba inwardly coaching herself not to be so dramatic and tense, that Kristin was not set on shaming her, and that she wouldn't find herself in another uncomfortable situation. This was work. Much needed work, that she, Kristin and Eden, had undertaken.
“Now I'm going to test you,” Kristin said as she was handed her tea. “Eden says you're up to...”
“Scene 17. All of act 1. The rest is patchy.”
“Wow! It's only been two days!” Kristin shrieked, impossibly happy, contrasting with Elphaba's glumness.
“My memory can be good at retaining things.” She looked up, then added as an afterthought, “Despite the amnesia.”
Kristin nodded, glancing down at her own disfigured script. “The check up's in two weeks, I think. I left the note with the medication.”
“Just to make sure everything's working okay.”
Maddie scurried across the kitchen, little nails tapping against the tile, as if possessed. Her toy forgotten, she found a phantom stimulus, then decided to sniff the table leg. “Okay,” Kristin said, flipping through her script. Elphaba silently sipped at her tea, once again thanking Oz that they had so much to do, and little time for 'anything else'. “At the train station,” Kristin muttered. “Fiyero's just arrived with flowers for you.”
“And no peeking,” Kristin said, looking up from the booklet and attempting sternness. Then she beamed. “Oh, there he is! Fiyero, over here dearest!” She cocked her head to the side, making a clucking sound with her tongue. “He hands you the flowers – yadda yadda – He says: Elphaba, I'm happy for you.” Kristin had said his line in a surprisingly deep voice, then she looked up and grinned. It was enough to set Elphaba on edge again. “Yes, we are both so happy,” she continued, obviously this time as Glinda. “Uh, listen, I've been thinking...” she said, with the deep voice again. She glanced up, then rolled her eyes. “Feels a little schizo. I hope I'm not doing too bad compared to Eden.” She grinned.
“It's fine,” Elphaba said, then, “Yes, I've heard.”
Kristin hummed a low note, then cleared her throat and straightened her back, returning her attention to the script. “About the Lion cub and... everything,” she said, as Fiyero. “I think about that day a lot.”
“Really?” Elphaba wasn't sure if she was 'acting' or not, in allowing herself to observe the woman. She didn't stare at the wall, or the closed script, or any of the scribbled notes. Her eyes didn't stray to Maddie who had curled herself around the table leg. In no uncertain terms, she was staring at Kristin, and feeling mildly perplexed. As the expressions changed with each voice change – a slight harried look for Fiyero, and a vacant bubbliness for Glinda – Elphaba wondered how Kristin was willing to put herself through this. Was this just a professional solution, Kristin's willingness to do anything for the good of the show? Or did this desire to help spring from Kristin's... relationship with Idina? Whatever that involved. Of course the two had been close friends, but there had been so many hints to more. And, damn it, she recognized these tendrils of curiosity, forcing her eyes to linger longer than they should.
“So do I.” Elphaba finally finished her line, but the pause had become suspicious, and Kristin had risen her head, frowning while returning the scrutinizing gaze. A car horn sounded briefly in the distance, but that was the only sound. Maddie, even, was silent, possibly asleep on the floor.
Elphaba blinked and tore her gaze away, steadfastly watching the table. Gazing into one another's eyes was hardly practical. Her bothersome curiosity be damned. But she was the only one to avert the attention, and on this realization, her heart seemed to pump just that little bit harder, and Elphaba could do little to stop it. Had she inadvertently provoked a more intimate turn in conversation? Or, apparently, lack of? “Kristin,” she prodded.
“You seem a little dead.” Kristin had leant forward on the table, and continued her scrutiny of Elphaba in an even more obvious fashion.
Elphaba became alarmed. “What?”
“Depressed, sweetie. You've made Elphie seem really moody here.”
“Well from my understanding, she is about to leave,” Elphaba pointed out, “And she's not yet decided to take Glinda with her.”
“That's true...” Finally Kristin returned to the script and flicked a page over, scanning the text. “I guess... you're just so different. I'm used to Elphie a certain way.”
“I've... heard that a lot,” Elphaba said, but it came out as a pathetic whisper she immediately cursed herself for. Kristin's resulting look of sympathy only aggravated her mood further. Elphaba cleared her throat and continued in a stronger, harsher voice. “I don't see it as a problem. Do you?” She was not a petulant child that needed pandering to at every moment, and neither was she losing her mind. She didn't need, or want, coddling and she had half a mind to say so. Perhaps Elphaba had begun to glare, as Kristin leant back with somewhat narrowed eyes.
“I was just saying she seems darker. More thoughtful,” Kristin clarified, but her words were slow and cautious. “So do you.”
“Right,” Elphaba said.
“You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
“Is it this? Too many lines to remember? Too much?”
“I'm not a child, Kristin. I can cope with having to remember a few lines.”
“I'm not saying you're being childish—”
“But the implication—”
“Is that you're human.” Kristin shook her head, in some vague disagreement. “It's a heavy workload. We all know that. And it will be hard.”
“But if you're struggling, Dee... then say so. Don't push yourself too far and then burn out. We can speak to Joe. Force him to see sense and give you a little more time. But it takes longer to recover from a nervous breakdown. So as your friend, and your colleague, could you please trust me enough to tell me how you're feeling? There's something going on with you. Now, is it the lines?”
Elphaba was aware of the glare, and didn't stop it. Kristin didn't retreat, and her question still hung between them. She wondered what Kristin expected her to say. If not the lines, what else could make Idina tense?
“I'm treating you like an adult,” Kristin said. “That's what you are, after all.”
So cease your glaring and pouting, Elphaba continued darkly to herself. That was what Kristin meant, wasn't it? A woman such as Idina would hardly complain of such matters. Surely. She was meant to be Idina, not a frustrated seventeen year-old, throwing tantrums like a child.
Elphaba leaned back with a sigh. “No,” she moaned, closing her eyes. “No. It's not the lines.”
“Then what is it?” Kristin murmured, reaching a hand out and laying it on a pale one across the table. “Dee...”
“Nothing of significance.”
“You can talk to me.”
Elphaba gently took her hand away, opening her eyes. “I'm sure I can. Yes.” She bent over the table again, opening her eyes wide, as if waking herself up, then settled. “It's your line.”
* * *
The café was in the Railway Square, down a slight backstreet. They had been mostly silent on the journey, and Idina figured Glinda was using the time to lament over her likely ruined reputation. Idina still felt she hadn't apologized enough; she could see the wince every time Glinda got bustled by a passing pedestrian, seemingly blind of the girl's sling. At one point, Idina swapped sides with her, so it was Glinda walking closer to the buildings they passed. Somehow more protected. Likewise, Idina's mind was on Nessarose's eventual reaction, and how quick the secret would be swarming every annex of Shiz. The thought made her sick to her stomach, but no amount of apologies from Glinda could help the situation. What's done is done, and they both had to wait and deal with the consequences as they were revealed. At least in the meantime, they could escape campus for lunch. Curiously down a dirty back alley... and into the dingiest café Idina had ever seen.
She held back any questions as Glinda lead them past scattered tables – some of them surprisingly occupied – toward the front counter. Idina slowed. She kept her hands to her body, fearful of dirtying them should they accidentally skim a surface. And after catching sight of a man hacking up nearby, she decided to resolutely keep her eyes on the circular clock on the wall, that was barely able to show the time through it's layer of yellowed grease.
“What are you in the mood for?” Glinda inquired, and Idina's eyes widened.
“I... I don't know.”
Glinda nodded, but whispered, “Elphie's a vegetarian. She might...”
“I know. I'll just have salad or something.”
As if on cue, a hideous woman appeared from a smoking doorway behind the counter, presumably the kitchen. There was distant swearing and the sizzling of fat. The woman peered at them, and Idina had to avert her eyes as her stomach turned.
“Two salads, please,” Glinda said, her good hand rummaging through her tiny bag.
The woman reared back, twisting her head to the side, and shouted something wholly unintelligible. An answering shout occurred from the kitchen, and the woman's eyes were on Idina again. They narrowed.
“Two glasses of elderflower cordial, too, please,” Glinda said, glancing between the two.
The woman grunted before shuffling away and filling up glasses, and Idina had the urge to ask if it was safe. “You seem to like that,” Glinda said.
“I do. Yeah.”
When the waitress returned, she plunked the glasses down onto the counter, uncaring of spilling nearly half the contents. “Four aurets,” came the gravelly demand.
Glinda immediately handed something over, saying, “Here's two, I'll just...” she began to rummage for more, but Idina thrust a hand into her own satchel for coins. “I'll get it,” she said.
“Really.” Idina insisted, but by now, she stared at her hand in a panic; it was impossible to know which coin was which.
“Here,” Glinda whispered. “Let me.” She took two of the gold coins and handed them to the impatient waitress behind the counter, who only grunted on receiving the money. “I suppose you have different money at home,” Glinda said just as quietly. “The aurets are gold. The denarets are silver, and the florets are a mix of tin and copper.” Idina silently nodded, returning the rest of the change to the satchel. “The aurets are worth the most, while florets are worth the least,” Glinda continued. “Two and a half denarets make an auret.”
They grabbed their glasses and began to weave around the tables for one that looked passably clean. “Sounds familiar,” Idina said, dubiously eyeing the table they had stopped at.
“Maybe you do have them on your home land,” Glinda said. She inspected the chair closest to her. “Shall we?”
Idina tried not to grimace.
“The salads will be brought over at some point.”
Idina was already full. After only a few mouthfuls from the dull, cracked plate, she sat back. Glinda had eaten little of her own food too, and Idina smiled as she pictured them: two very different girls, one dainty and one lanky and green, but both with appetites of runway models. The salad had barely been dented.
Idina observed the other customers in the café. Others had arrived too, and now there were mostly students chatting over coffee. There was also the odd dirtied worker hunched over plates and shovelling the mess in as if it were their first meal in a week. It worried Idina, just as the grimy off-coloured walls did, and the equally off-coloured crockery. The table tops had stains and welts; the seats creaked and threatened to collapse at moment. The waitress was the most hairy joyless woman Idina had ever seen in her life, and that included her maddened grandma that always turned up to Hanukkah already drunk and unsteady on her feet. Glinda's chosen café was an absolute, well, shithole. Why the hell did Glinda choose to be here? The thought that she was more snobbish than Glinda, who was famed for it, was disturbing.
“Do you actually like this place?” Idina ended up asking, trying hard to rein in any judgement, but some crept into her voice. Her smile was tense as she waited to see whether or not Glinda would be offended.
“Not hugely so.” The blonde thoughtfully nudged a wilted leaf on her plate. “But Pfannee and all those girls would never even think to peer through the grime of these windows, much less step foot in here.”
It was a fair reason, and Idina nodded, eyeing her plate once more. Maybe it was the lacklustre food that had her appetite so easily quenched, or maybe she was growing ever more used to being Elphaba and had settled into the girl's natural eating habits, rather than inflicting her own on this body.
Glinda cleared her throat, and sat straighter. All business, but her words were hushed, “We'll have to begin work on the teleportation spell at some point.”
“I think I know the one Elphie might have used.”
Idina slowly nodded, but found Glinda's new sling in her line of sight. She sighed with a heavy heart, feeling terrible for hurting her one ally in this place. She may have done magic, but was it worth it to rush? Push her so quickly that they could both end up hurt?
“Idina.” Glinda said, as if reading Idina's mind. She motioned down at the sling, “Don't let this stop your progress. It's hardly a life threatening thing. It's not even as bad as me telling your secret.”
Idina winced, and nodded, hoping that she wouldn't be burned at the stake by this time tomorrow. The thought made her even more queasy.
“You'll need to learn control, though,” Glinda said. “I imagine that sort of spell is quite advanced.”
“Which is the whole point of why I'm here – Oh, heads up.”
“Here come the boys.”
Not even a second later, a feminine squeal of delight sounded throughout the dingy establishment. Idina smirked, and Glinda froze in horror as everyone looked around for the source... which was now aided by shrill laughter and equally shrill greeting of “Green bean!”
Crope and Tibbett were flouncing past tables toward them, with a blushing Boq following close behind. They seemed wholly unaware of the tension in the girls as they enveloped them in hugs, declaring how good it was to see them. “Propriety! Propriety!” Glinda hissed harshly at Tibbett who was bent over her, squeezing her – though careful of her arm. He giggled, then tapped her on the nose. “Miss Glinda,” he said. “You wound me with your lacking enthusiasm.”
Idina was only just disentangling from Crope too, and her eyebrows were raised as her hands sought something to do. She clutched her near empty glass of cordial. “Great – lovely – yeah... uh,” she mumbled.
“Miss Elphaba. Miss Glinda.” Boq said, contrasting hugely with Crope and Tibbett's zeal... who were already bringing up chairs. Once they were seated, and still grinning, they finally asked if they could join them. But it was rhetorical. Glinda had taken a breath to reply, but was cut off with Crope flailing for the horrific waitress. She scowled over and he ducked his head toward Idina, whispering conspiratorially. “I hear she used to be a glittering beautiful princess, but a rotten egg turned her into that hairy monstrous thing.”
Idina fought not to choke on her drink.
“Are you okay, Miss Glinda? I – I tried to help...” Boq finally addressed Glinda, after many furtive glances and an increasingly reddened face. “I feel terrible! I should have stopped it. I should have saved you – ”
“Oh hush,” Glinda interrupted. “It was an accident. And it's only a sprain, Master Boq. You needn't fret so.”
“But—” he began, then quietened, glancing anxiously at Idina who could only stare at the tabletop beside her glass.
Tibbett prodded her. “Why so glum?” He nodded in Glinda’s direction. “Is it the arm? We heard. Poor Boq was rather overwhelmed by the excitement.”
“It was an accident,” Idina muttered, unknowingly repeating Glinda's words. “I would never intentionally hurt her.”
“Of course! So lighten up, Elphie.” Tibbett poked her again, and this time Idina looked up at him. “If it's any consolation, I once broke Crope's nose during a certain... activity.” He said it loud enough to gain Glinda and Boq's attention too. Crope began to laugh all over again, and actually snorted.
“Now he snorts all the time. I fear I've truly broken him,” Tibbett said, feigning upset.
“But I do still look marvellous!” Crope trilled, then snorted again from laughing so hard.
“Whoa,” Idina said. “Who knew?”
“A beautiful goose, that snorts like a pig. Terribly confusing, if you ask me.” Tibbett began erupted into fits of giggles too, then laughed even harder when the waitress arrived at the table with an unceremonious grunt.
“Squiffed,” Glinda loudly whispered across the table to Idina. Idina hadn't a clue what that meant, but she found herself chuckling nonetheless, while Boq stuttered with trying to order.