“Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-"He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know.""I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.""That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.”

“A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-'He waved a hand. 'Faeries. I know.' 'I was going to say muggers,' said Clary. 'Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.”

“I just wanted to say that it's okay if you dislike me. If you make Clary happy, I'm fine with you." He stuck his hand out, and Jace took his own hand out of Clary's and shook Simon's, a bemused look on his face."I don't dislike you," he said. "In fact, because I actually do like you, I'm going to offer you some advice.""Advice?" Simon looked wary."I see that you are working this vampire angle with some success," Jace said, indicating Isabelle and Maia with a nod of his head. "And kudos. Lots of girls love that sensitive-undead thing. But I'd drop the whole musician angle if I were you. Vampire rock stars are played out, and besides, you can't possibly be very good."Simon sighed. "I don't suppose there's any change you could reconsider the part where you didn't like me?""Enough, both of you," Clary said. "You can't be complete jerks to each other forever, you know.""Technically," said Simon, "I can."Jace made an inelegant noise; after a moment Clary realized that he was trying not to laugh, and only semi-succeeding. Simon grinned. "Got you.""Well," Clary said. "This is a beautiful moment.”

“Enough, both of you,' Clary said. 'You can't be complete jerks to each other forever, you know.'Technically,' said Simon, 'I can.'Jace made an inelegant noise; after a moment Clary realized that he was trying not to laugh, and only semi-succeeding.”

“Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?"Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.”

“Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories.""You hate the Silent Brothers," protested Isabelle."I don't hate them," said Jace candidly."I'm afraid of them. It's not the same thing.""I thought you said they were libarians," said Clary."They are librarians."Simon whistled. "Those must be some killer late fees.”