You’re here!†Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!â€
Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?â€
“Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,†Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. 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.â€
“Brown?†Isabelle made a face.
“Brown is a manly color,†said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.â€
Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,†he said. “But then it faded.â€
“You could dress it up with a sequined headband,†Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.â€
“Resist the urge, Alec.†Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.â€
“There are worse things,†Magnus observed.
— Cassandra Clare
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