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Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon [ 11/06 ].

Yesterday had been so strange that Alexander felt the need to just sort of relax a little and find himself some nice distractions. He didn't typically watch a lot of television, but decided it was the sort of entertainment that might be called for after a day like the one before.

Of course, that was before he turned it on and started changing the channels to a horrible discovery. He didn't know if it was the television or what, but it seemed that every channel was playing nothing but musicals.

"That is not amusing, television," Alexander informed it with a frown, clicking the machine off.

He was just going to read a book instead.

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"Yeah, fireworks are kinda both of those, aren't they?" Zack offered Elphaba a warm smile, and then finally held the tub of ice cream that he was working on in her direction. "They don't have that kind of thing where you're from?"

"It's not that they don't have it," Elphaba said, raising an eyebrow at the offered tub. "But that it's not really common in the area I'm from. Even though my father is the Governor, he doesn't really believe in... showy displays."

Zack... continued holding the tub out for a moment more. And then kind of frowned into it. And then shrugged and took it back. More for him?

"But you're putting on the show for the people who are already there, right? I mean, sometimes you just have to be a little showy, to keep people happy?"

Elphaba just wasn't sure he was offering the whole tub, or what. Sadly, the subtle physical cues were lost on her.

But at Zack's comment, she snorted a laugh. "I think that's what the balls and parties are for."

Zack kind of blinked, yeah.

"But aren't balls and parties showy, too?"

"Yes, but they're required," Elphaba said. "And usually not his idea. I personally would rather have the fireworks than the balls. At least then I wouldn't be asked to stay in the kitchens."

"Ooooh." Zack's nose wrinkled a little, and then he shook his head. "You're too pretty to get stuck in the kitchens anyhow. I mean, unless they were proud of your cooking or something? That would be kind of a different story, I mean. Showing off what you can do to all of the guests!"

Keep rambling, Zack. Good plan.

Elphaba just laughed an shook her head. "It's kind that you think so, but it's quite the opposite." She sighed. "My father is ashamed of me at the best of times."

The worst of times, he simply hated her.

Oh. Well. Then Zack's shoulders were going to sag a bit as he put his ice cream down on the coffee table.

"But there isn't anything to be ashamed of."

"Now that's... complicated," Elphaba said. She gestured at his ice cream. "Do you really plan to eat all of that?"

Avoiding the issue? Yes. Yes she was.

Zack frowned for a moment more, and then she had directed their mutual attention to the ice cream, and, well, he could kind of sympathize with people who were hell-bent on avoiding certain conversations, and so he smiled (he was very good at smiling at the drop of a pin) and waved a hand toward the tub.

"Not all of it, nah. Would you like some? It's just vanilla, but there's probably chocolate syrup or sprinkles or something in the cupboards, if you'd like."

"I'll have some," Elphaba said. "I suppose I'll need to fetch a bowl."

She stood up and went to the kitchen. "Do you need anything while I'm in here?"

"Nope! I'm good!" He had his spoon! He was all set for ice-cream eating! "Unless you want to try a float or something, instead? Vanilla is awesome for floats. Maybe there's some root beer!"

And then, naturally, he was bouncing to his feet and making his merry way over to the kitchen, too. Zacks were not made to sit still for very long.

"Antsy today?" Elphaba remarked, a little smile on her face. As she got herself a spoon, she finally said something that was, well, not entirely out of left field.

"Why did you say I'm beautiful?"

"I'm always antsy," Zack laughed, shaking his head and then reaching up to rummage for some cups. He'd get as far as scooping the ice cream before it would even occur to him to actually check for soda. "And you are pretty."

So there!

"Are you just... fond of green?" Elphaba asked. "I'm not trying to say you're wrong, it just... in Munchkinland, I'm the girl that parents will point at. 'That's what happens when you chew grass' or worse. I don't think anyone truly looks at me and thinks I'm pretty, where I'm from. My sister loves me, but that's... that's despite of how I look."

"Well, my girlfriend before Ino was green sometimes," Zack noted, "but I don't think that's got anything to do with it."

He shrugged a little bit.

"How you look shouldn't have anything to do with anything. People are just dumb." Yeah, that was about the meanest thing that Zack could say, right now. "Everybody's different, you know? I just don't think that looking different should be such a deciding factor in things..."

"You're right," Elphaba said. "I always think that everyone's so focused on my... vedrigis to an absurd degree. And it's easy to start thinking that way, myself."

She pointed at the cups. "Don't you need something to float the ice cream in?"

Zack's smile went a bit wan for all of a heartbeat while his mind drifted dangerously close to memories of a lost friend who had started thinking that way, as well.

And then it was all lopsided grinning and peering into the cups like he hadn't missed a beat at all.

"You can get more ice cream in this way!"

"But it'll hardly float if you add too much, surely," Elphaba said.

"Floats," Zack said, with the air about him of a guy who totally knew these things, "are mostly meant to be eaten with spoons anyhow."

Sure, Zack.

"I would think the point of a float is for something to float," Elphaba said. "But I suppose I'll have to try it your way to find out."

Zack laughed a little, plopping some ice cream into the cups before finally ambling over to the fridge and opening it up to check out the soda situation.

"Root beer or orange?"

Mmm, variety!

"Root beer," Elphaba said. "I think the orange might be too sweet. And thank you, for sharing. It's very generous."

Considering the fact that Zack had just kind of scavenged the ice cream out of the freezer, it probably wasn't all that generous.

"No problem," he said, regardless, as he made a grab for the root beer. "It's good stuff, right? And I'd feel kinda bad about just sitting there and having it all to myself while you watched."

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