"Not with a-a machine," she replied, glancing briefly at the young man next to her. "Always by hand." It was true. Sure, she'd use magic to heat the water, but every time she tried to actually mentally wash her clothes, it was a disaster. She'd still be washing her garments by hand--at least, those she could get away with.
Elphaba sputtered for a moment when the redhead reached over her, fiddling with the thing before it coughed and woke up, churning and vibrating. The green-skinned girl gave a look of shock at the washing machine, not expecting such a...violent reaction. "And then I wait," she repeated. "That's all." A pause. "I really hate technology."