"Sometimes I wonder why I work so hard on all of these pieces, you know?" Her lips pulled into a thin line. “Sometimes it just feels so useless."
She sighed. “I know how that feels. You work so hard to get something perfect and no one else understands what it’s like to a perfectionist.”
"I have an extra room in my flat, if you want to stay there." Courfeyrac said.
She shrugged. “It’s better than the streets?”
Her eyes went wide again and she arched her eyebrows. A few thin, small wrinkles formed on her forehead, making her slightly bewildered facial expression obvious. It seemed a bit sudden, to invite Elphaba into the family. With the acceptance of Sam’s invitation, Elphaba would no longer be simply a guest in their home but a member of their family. Jealousy once again welled up inside of her and she felt this tightness in her chest. She swallowed and sighed softly. She could not bring herself to say no, though, because she owed it to Elphaba to say that she did not mind and did not want to upset Sam. So, she shook her head and said, “I wouldn’t mind that. Not at all.”
She made the attempt to be as convincing as possible but she had this feeling that Elphaba could see right through her, even without the use of magical powers. Mindlessly, she began to stroke Samuel’s hand with her thumb. Meanwhile, Ami, who had finally learned to accept that her owners were not going to share their dinner with her, strutted back over to Elphaba and purred as she weaved between the new friend’s legs.
Elphaba sighed. “I don’t want to intrude or make anyone uncomfortable,” she told him. She’s been uncomfortable since the moment she came here but that’s who Elphaba was, she was never truly comfortable anywhere, unless it was sitting in Doctor Dillamond’s class room.
She wanted to be comfortable and safe here, but she seemed to get this vibe from Eponine that made her feel unwanted. Sighing, she reached down and slowly petted Ami with a smile.
“So I reckon you’re sayin’ she won’t be?”
Elphaba laughed. “She won’t have magic Bill.”
“Alright..” he said, thinking for a moment. “Do you have anywhere to stay?”
She shook her head. “I’ve been sleeping on the streets.”
“Better than anything I could play.”
“Why, thank you.” Natalie’s smile lingered a few moments more.
She smiled back at her. “You’re welcome.”
“Then let’s go get something to eat. It’s your birthday, we’ll get whatever you want.”
She hummed to herself. “Wilted Rose?”
The dressmaker raised an eyebrow. “Lady Glinda told you that? Her whole worldview must have changed. I suppose she’s telling herself to do the same thing as well.”
She raised her eyebrow. “Are you insisting that my aunt is fat?”