Well, unintentionally this appeared one way to get Elphie to make body-contact, albeit a very undesired kind of it. Glinda - never having experienced such insolence - was compelled to bite some cabbage - but it wasn't the right time or place to give in to such urgent, primitive needs.<br/><br/>Much more important was whether Elphaba had heard<em>anything</em>she had said at all. It seemed over the worry concerning volume, the black-green woman had completely missed<em>context</em>, as if the words had just flown over her head, be it on a broom or a bubble.<br/><br/>She grunted, but part of her could see and feel Elphie's haunted expression before she leaned in to whisper to her. What else was Glinda supposed to try? Pleading to Elphaba's emotions had shown itself to be fruitless, calling to her senses, getting angry, reprimanding her, screaming, hurting... Glinda felt like she was talking to a moss-covered brickwall. How could one get through that thick black hair of Elphie's and reach a more sensible vein? Threats? Those were beyond her. Glinda's only skill was making bubbles and friends - and maybe a tad of diplomacy. Well, diplomacy it was, then.<br/><br/>She peeled Elphaba's hand from her mouth, nodded and whispered: "Deal. I'll be quiet and you'll be... well, less hostile, I suppose."