What did Elphaba love about Earth so far? Well...not a lot. The ease of which books were obtained were a plus, and running water was quickly growing on her. Still, she thought that it was too noisy, too crowded, too metropolitan. People still stared at her, she had no idea how anything worked, and the technology itself was sealed off in smooth plastic boxes. In Oz, at least, you could watch the gears turn, and see everything move together.
But then again, nobody was trying to kill her in Canada. That made it worth wading through the downsides.
A lock of hair was pushed behind her hair as Elphaba examined the various selections on the dial. Permanent Press? Softs? Hards? What the hell did any of this mean?
"I'm not one to exert myself socially," she replied distantly.