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Third Floor Common Room; Late Sunday Afternoon [ 11/14 ].

Alexander was just about at his wits' end with the strange way he'd been feeling this week, but he had done well, he felt, with staving it off with a lot of coffee ice cream and ~~handwavy~~ movie nights that resulted in a few close calls and scooting slightly away from the normal proximity. And so it was this afternoon that hewas feeling the need for another coffee ice cream antidote and went into the common room to fetch it.

Only to open the freezer door to a truly disturbing image.

"No!" Alexander muttered, staring for a moment before he started shifting through the contents within. "No, it couldn't possibly...how...How could we have honestly gone through all of that ice cream already?"

He was just going to stare into the freezer in shock and dismay some more.

If anything, it was at least cooling him down.

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"Well, Maladicta and I always eat ice cream," Alexander said miserably, having no clue that he was setting up for some heck of a euphemism. "It's just that this week, there's been a lot...more than usual. I find it hard to believe we've managed to eat through that much."

Ahem.

"But I suppose you're right," he allowed, hand moving to the freezer but still not quite ready to shut it. "Apples would certainly be a much healthier choice, especially after all that..." Sigh. "Ice cream."

"I'm often right," Elphaba said. "But I suppose if you prefer ice cream, you could always go out and buy some."

That was not a continuation of the euphemism.

"I prefer apples, myself. Ice cream tends to make my teeth ache. But I suppose I've never had the chance to share it with anyone so amazing as Maladicta."

Oops, subtlety went out the window, there.

"Too sweet?" Alexander wondered. "Or too cold? I could see how both properties could put a person off; I was a little uncertain about ice cream myself, but I've found that, the more I have, the most I seem to enjoy it."

And, since his obliviousness to such matters knew no bounds, especially on a week like this one, he rather misinterpreted Elphaba's last comment in a way that gave him a faint, pleased smile. "Perhaps you should," he offered. "I'd rather think she'd enjoy it..."

There might have even been a suggestive quality to his voice there, too.

Elphaba just sort of stared in return. "She's not even met me. And I doubt you mention me to her as often as you mention her to me. And perhaps I prefer to shared things with people I know and like."

That stare, at least, did seem to spark some suspicion in Alexander that maybe he was missing something, yet again.

"But ice cream is a wonderful way to get to know someone," he offered carefully.

"I suppose I do need to meet her," Elphaba said, even if she was feeling intensely jealous of Maladicta at the moment. "If only to see what you and Faramir find so intensely enticing about her."

"I...don't know if I'd call her intensely enticing," Alexander admitted with a little bit of a confused frown, "but she is quite easy to talk with, and she can relate to many things in both our worlds, though they're also different enough to make for interesting conversations...."

"And I suppose she never makes you feel like you have to say the right thing," Elphaba said.

And then she paused. "Oh, bugger, that's it, isn't it?"

Considering that Alexander truly could talk to Maladicta about anything at all, that was hitting the nail a bit on the head, but Alexander was still feeling like there was a missing element here.

"What it?" he asked.

"Why you prefer her to me," Elphaba said. "I almost thought I couldn't be plainer about it."

When really, she'd been absolutely obtuse. She normally wouldn't have said anything, but this week had really put her all out of sorts.

And even this week could not really even get Alexander's brain working that way. In fact, the idea he felt Elphaba was admitting to right now was so utterly foreign to him that he was quite positive he was misunderstanding something and it was only this week that lead him to believe she meant what he thought she meant.

A great deal of concern for not knowing how in the world to respond crossed of his face, a little pained and distressed.

"How do you mean, prefer?"

Better to seem incredibly ignorant, he supposed, than to err on this matter, yes...

"To like better," Elphaba said, frowning a bit. "What else could it mean?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd say I prefer any of my friends over the other," said Alexander.

Which was true. He'd never really say that if he could help it...

"Of course no one would say it," Elphaba said. "You're far too polite to ever say it. Which is why I both like you and am utterly frustrated by you."

There, honesty. It didn't need to be a special day for her to say that.

Hey, you'd be far too polite if stepping out of line meant being brutally zapped to death, too.

"I don't see why it should matter," he said, that politeness on the verge of wavering. It was all a matter of deciding whether verbal zapping was just as bad. And she called him frustrating!

Elphaba tightened her lips for a moment, trying to think what was the right thing to say. Frustration aside, she didn't wish to alienate her friend forever.

"It matters to me," she said. "But I suppose you're right to prefer someone who knows you better. Though it's all rather silly when you obviously have your lost princess that you truly care for."

Certain things were starting to click inside Alexander's brain, to the point where he was fairly sure that, as ridiculous as it seemed to him that Elphaba was talking about what he thought she was, it seemed to she most certainly was.

"Elphaba," he said, looking at her with the utmost seriousness because a very dire transgression may have happened, "do you mean to tell me that you have been under the impression that the relationship between Maladicta and myself is a..." He almost couldn't even say it. "...romantic one?"

"Well when you put it like that, I begin to doubt it," Elphaba said, realizing now that she'd probably gone too deep with this mistake. "But I believed so, up until now."

Alexander...was going to need a moment, here.

"I can assure you," he said, not sure of what to make of the idea that he and Maladicta might be involved in such a fashion, "that our friendship is purely platonic. My heart belongs to Cassima, and, when it comes to matters of the..." Cough "...heart, the lady does not prefer gentlemen."

Elphaba blinked.

Then blinked again.

"I feel an utter fool," she said, frowning. "I am sorry for my... sorry for me and my questions, Alexander.

And now Alexander felt a bit of a jerk, shifting his weight a little and reasoning with himself that it wasn't entirely his fault...

He cleared his throat once more. "There is nothing to apologize for," he tried, figuring that would be a nice balm for the awkwardness. "It is, I suppose, an honest mistake to make."

It probably would have sounded better if there wasn't that slight question at the end of that, though.

"I do wish to be your friend," Elphaba said, thinking very hard about what Karla had told her yesterday. She even closed her eyes to concentrate as she spoke. "And I am sorry for how I have put you on defense, time and again. I don't wish to do that to you."

"Not to worry," said Alexander, trying an encouraging smile. "After all, we do tend to find a way to soothe things over in the end, wouldn't you say?"

"We do," Elphaba said. "And... this is probably just all the island's fault. It's been a week."

That wasn't entirely true, but she'd deflect some of the embarrassment by saying so.

"It...certainly has been an interesting one, that is to be sure," said Alexander, clearing his throat once more and only able to look mildly disturbed.

And forlorn about his ice cream again.

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