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!”<br />Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?”<br />“Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass.<br />“I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”<br />“Brown?” Isabelle made a face.<br />“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.”<br />Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.”<br />“You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.”<br />“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.”<br />“There are worse things,” Magnus observed.