“You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?""A long one?”

“What happened to you?”Jace looked affronted. “What happened to me?”Alec shook him, not lightly. “You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?”“A long one?” Jace suggested.”

“But Clary never found out what it wasn't, because there was a cry of "Jace!" and Alec appeared, breathless from pushing his way through the crowd to get them. His dark hair was a mess and there was blood on his clothes, but his eyes were bright with a mixture of relief and anger. He grabbed Jace by the front of his jacket. "What happened to you?" Jace looked affronted. "What happened to me?" Alec looked at him, not lightly. "You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?" Jace suggested.”

“Remember: If you go for a walk with a friend in England, don't say a single word for hours; if you go for a walk with your dog, talk to it all the time.”

“I'm not going to run if you were not running along with me, and I'm not going to walk if you were not walk beside me.”

“All in all, the lunch date was fine. Like an opened can of soda in its second hour. If you were thirsty, you might take a sip or two, but I carried more hopes walking in to the restaurant than I did walking out.”