“Let’s escape outside,” Isabelle suggested. “Do you have any other talents?”“I bake and garden.”“Do you sew, too?”Amber nodded. “I sew whenever anger incites me to mutilation.”Isabelle laughed. “One cannot hang for attacking a piece of cloth.”

“He landed on his back amid a tangled pile of clothes. "Isabelle," Simon protested weakly, "do you really think this is going to make you feel any better?""Trust me," Isabelle said, placing a hand on his chest, just over his unbeating heart. "I feel better already.”

“She shrugged. "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.”

“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 dont," said Jace. "You just want to sleep with Isabelle.”

“I should have warned her about your habit of never doing what you're told." Jace squinted at her. "Are those Isabelle's clothes? They look ridiculous on you." "I could point out that you burned my clothes." -Jace and Clary pg. 63”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?’ I ask.‘No,’ says Amber. ‘Let’s do it.”