We May Not Be All That Bright,

"jace?" She Offered Him The Glass. "i Am A Man," He Told Her. "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone, Woman And Bring Me Something Brown." "brown?" Isabelle Made A Face. "brown Is A Manly Colour," Said Jace And Yanked On A Stray Lock Of Isabelle's Hair With His Free Hand. "in Fact, Look - Alec Is Wearing It." Alec Looked Mournfully Down At His Sweater. "it Was Black," He Said. "but Then It Faded." "you Could Dress It Up With A Sequined Headband," Magnus Suggested.

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

I'm Not Sure There's Such Thing A Thing As A Normal Life.

Meliorn?” Said Clary. “i’ve Met You, Haven’t I? You Used To Go Out With Isabelle Lightwood.” Meliorn Was Almost Expressionless, But Clary Could Have Sworn He Looked Ever So Slightly Uncomfortable. Luke Shook His Head. “clary, Meliorn Is A Knight Of The Seelie Court. It’s Very Unlikely That He – “ “he Was Totally Dating Isabelle,” Simon Said, “and She Dumped Him Too. At Least She Said She Was Going To. Tough Break, Man.

I'm Pure At Heart. It Repels The Dirt.