The figure at the table caught her attention and she stopped dead in her tracks. She looked up at him and for the first few moments, she thought she was dreaming. But she couldn't be dreaming, her dreams were never like this. She could stare at him in shock as he talked to his breakfast. Underneath the shock, she wasn't surprised to see he'd all ready made himself at home. And talking to food.
Inwardly, she sort of felt like running out the door. That was a natural reaction, wasn't it? She'd believed, until very recently, that he'd been dead, so this was a very natural reaction. Her brown eyes were wide as she stared at him, unsure whether to step forward or backward. She stopped toying with the ends of her hair and forced herself to take a breath. Fiyero was here. He was alive.
Great, now she had to explain everything. Again. As much as she wished this was a past version of Fiyero, she also hoped it was the one from her time. If only to avoid telling him everything that happened in Oz, like she'd told Galinda. It had been the most difficult conversation she'd ever had, and she'd really rather not tell that story again. And then there was his simple greeting with that twinkle in his eyes. Oh Oz, this was going to be difficult.
"Hi..." Well, this wasn't awkward on her part. "This may be a really strange question, but what's the last thing you remember in Oz?" Because knowing that would at least help her know where she had to start with the explaining.