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Fiyero laughs a little.

"Only once? I am sure some of the crowd will be disappointed." Teasingly. He shakes his head.

"I hope so. It means I am doing something right."

He nods.

"I am supposed to be the handsome lover."

"I don't think that will be too hard for you to pull off, considering."

A smile. "You will be wonderful, I assure you."

A surprised burst of laughter.

"You are a wonderful flatterer. Tell me? How are Liir and Trindle? And have you spoken to your lady?"

"Indeed I have not." His brow furrows a little.

"But Liir and Trindle fare well. I am still a little surprised that she bit her grandmother." He may have mentioned this before.

"She seemed innocent when I saw her."

He expression furrows too, matching Fiyero's.

"She is, I am sure. But she's a curious little thing, like her grandmother."

A smile. "Perhaps she wanted to see if Elphaba tasted the same, as she is Green also."

"Ah."

He resolves again to never put his fingers near Trindle.

"And spoken to anyone else of note?"

"None at all, I am afraid. Somewhat of a reculsive thing I am, lately."

He shakes his head, "I am not sure why."

"I missed you."

He shrugs.

"But I have been gone too, so it would have done little good."

He smiles a little more.

"Well, yes. It is only that I have been busy with getting the trick of the broom, and of figuring myself. And I am here now, so."

"Will you take me flying?"

Dredging up his bravery.

"One time?"

He'd seen how Jack was afraid of the broom the last time, so.

"Of course." He squeezes Jack's arm. "Only as high as you'd like."

"Thank you. I have decided to try what I can."

For slightly morbid reasons, but shhh.

"And that is at least something."

"I'm not entirely sure I could take you up, though. You might have to go up without."

But he grins. "I'd be poised to catch, of course."

"And if I fell into your arms with a whoomch," his nose wrinkles in repressed laughter, "then what would become of the broom?"

"It seems to me it might find its own way back down."

Or he likes to think it might. A shake of his head. "But I do not think you would fall off."

"I would try very hard not to," he amends earnestly.

"Although you need not worry about me, I am light. Santino can jump a wall with me clutched tight, and land us safely, but then, he is not... normal."

"Few here seem to be genuinely normal, it seems."

He counts himself as normal - for the most part. It's only the diamonds, really, and they don't give him powers or make him invisible.

"Mercutio thought your marks were extraordinary. They do not have such things in Verona."

But then, Merc's been here a while.

"So he tells me."

He shakes his head. "It is so in Oz. I have seen no others with such things."

"I am getting one."

He looks a touch dubious.

"When Parker's hand is a little better."

"Ah, of course. You decided for certain?"

A small nod.

"Yes. It is only a matter of the when. They will let me have it for the ballet, I asked."

So long as it's not hugely glaring.

He couldn't think of it being huge and glaring, anyway.

A nod. "Good. You will show me, of course? Before."