The frown deepened on her sharp features at the mention of her old nemesis: the woman who had once been a mentor whom Elphaba had hoped to impress at one point in her naive adolescence but things were different now, much different.<br/><br/>"You know Madam Morrible is only interested in one thing and you know that she-"<br/>As per usual her words were snipped short by the eternal fount that was Glinda's mouth. That was certainly one thing that had not changed about  'Glinda the Good' and it was almost endearing if it still wasn't so obnoxiously... Glinda.  It occurred to her at how little yet how much Glinda had changed from their days at Shiz and Glinda's days as 'Galinda with a<em>Ga</em>.'  She was just as bubbly and motor-mouthed as she had been in those days, her grace and poise had been refined to an almost artificially perfect level, her taste in fashion had not changed much (just became more... extravagant), even her aura was a little more...<em>more</em>, Elphaba supposed that came with training and experience in being a public figure -<br/><br/><em>//Or puppet..//</em><br/>She thought dryly.<br/><br/>Elphaba had registered the warm touch from Galinda's soft, perfect hand when she took the kettle, which sent a sharp jolt through her. The shock shot through the little beast gnawing at her breast and it keened for more of that which it had been denied; that warm touch of another... especially one so close (or one that<em>had</em>been so close at one time, but that was a long time ago, wasn't it?).  With their bodies so close Elphaba noticed for the first time the soft, intoxicatingly sweet perfume of flowers in springtime that engulfed the sparkling would-be princess just enough to not be overpowering but enough to tickle the senses when one was able to get close enough, the little beast inside her howled for that scent. The affect Glinda had on Elphaba right now was so violent within her she was sure it was revulsion that the other witch incited within her, right?<br/><br/>"You know I ca-- Galinda wait!! The wood is still wet you're going to---!"<br/>But it was too late, the small corner of the room erupted with an air assault of smoke and soot that attacked through the nose and mouth. Elphaba grabbed Galinda's thin arm and pulled her away and to the opposite side of the room, trying to hide her own face in the folds of her black dress.