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Collecting miniature furniture was fun while it lasted. Glinda decides that rather than work she'll go hide in a place where it more-than-likely won't trouble her.

She flounces on into the bar and orders something very pepperminty and pink.

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"You've been gone," someone notes.

So's she.

But she's broody. And. Reclusive. And things.

Glinda nearly knocks over her drink as she all but glomps her friend. "Elphie!"

"Miss Glinda the Good, I do declare, you're going to suffocate me," dryly.

But she's smiling, a little, and hugs her in turn. Slightly.

The other witch beams. "You know you love it. Besides, someone has to give you hugs."

"And who is there but you?" Carefully tucking a strand of Glinda's hair back, in a no-nonsense sort of way.

"You never know. There are other people who like green besides me. And you can be a very nice shade of it when you're not sulking."

"I don't sulk."

Straight-faced.

"I brood."

Glinda smiles innocently. "Your face looks like moss when you sulk. That can't be good."

"Are you sure there's not work somewhere you should be off doing?" Dryly.

"Surely there's work. I'm avoiding it."

"Naughty for a good witch," she tsks.

She sips her pepperminty drink and smiles. "I'm blonde, you know. No one expects much from me. Besides fashion sense."

"And you prove them right, some days," but gently, and not unkindly, for her, getting a drink of her own.

Glinda shrugs. "If I was as smart as you, I'd be banished. That's not very fashionable. Yet."

"Oh, but someone has to bring it in to fashion, after all."

She rolls her eyes. "Then stop doing your best impression of a lichen and bring it into fashion, dear."

"That's always been something you're better at than I."

"You want to borrow one of my red dresses? People like complimentary colors."

"...I'd look like decorations for Lurlinemas."

"Aw."

Glare.

"I missed you."

Less glare.

"...It's a great deal quiter without you around."

Translation: I missed you too.

She's touched. "Aw. You missed me."

"I didn't say that." Sulkily.

Er. Broodily!

Glinda chuckles. "You didn't have to."

"Hmph."

But she gets Glinda a refill on her drink, anyway.

Glinda smiles in a decidedly blonde manner. "It's like we can read each other's minds!"

"Yours is predictable," muttered.

Grumpy Elphie.

Which is, okay, normal Elphie.

"Yours is gloomy so we're even."

"Hmph."

Again.

But she smiles, a little.

Just a little.

"So...what have you been up to? And don't say brooding."

Straight-faced, "Meditation."

Glinda makes a face.

"Reading the book," she admits.

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