Even though Merlin wasn't trying to flirt, Elphaba couldn't help but to redden further, biting her lower lip a bit. "No, I don't think they have. I'm usually to green for most people's tastes." Currently she was inwardly cursing the fact she wasn't green because at least her normal skin color could hide a blush, or at least hide it better than her current skin color did.
As he explained about magic being lost, Elphaba nodded a bit. It made sense, though it wasn't how magic worked in her world. "I actually kind of like that. In that, people create magic, or are magic. In which case anyone could weave magic simply by opening their hearts and minds to believe in it." She smiled. She might've been wrong with such an assumption, but it was a theory she liked. It was at least a better way of seeing it than how Frexspar had viewed it.
"You're welcome! People are always there, no matter what time of day. Sometimes it's quieter in the mornings or early afternoons when most people are at work or in school. I really enjoy it." So many books. Elphaba really was at home with herself within the walls of a library. She loved books and they loved her right back.