‘Oil, I think,’ said Fiyero. They both looked at him. ‘That is, in the Vinkus,’ he stammered, ‘the elderly rub oil into their skin instead of water – I’ve always assumed that’s what Elphie did. I don’t know. Glinda, if I were to meet up with you again, what’s a good day?’
You fell right into Glinda’s trap there
