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Only Jace, Clary Thought, Could Look Cool In Pajama Bottoms And An Old T-shirt, But He Pulled It Off, Probably Through Sheer Force Of Will. -pg. 329-

It's Will Who Ought To Be Sorry." Jem's Eyes Darkened. "we Shall Throw Him Out Onto The Streets," He Proclaimed. "i Promise You He'll Be Gone By Morning." Tessa Started And Sat Upright. "oh - No, You Can't Mean That -" He Grinned. "of Course I Don't. But You Felt Better For A Moment There, Didn't You?" "it Was Like A Beautiful Dream," Tessa Said Gravely.

Her Eyes Met His, But She Looked Quickly Away; Entangling Gazes With Will Was Confusing At Best, Dizzying At Worst.

Will Smirked, Clearly Pleased At The Effect He Was Having. "i've No Idea. I Lost Consciousness About Then. I Was Having A Lovely Dream About A Young Woman Who Had Mislaid All Her Clothes.

A Pair Of Werewolves Occupied Another Booth. They Were Eating Raw Shanks Of Lamb And Arguing About Who Would Win In A Fight: Dumbledore From Harry Potter Books Or Magnus Bane. "dumbledore Would Totally Win," Said The First One. "he Has The Badass Killing Curse." The Second Lycanthrope Made A Trenchant Point. "but Dumbledore Isn't Real." "i Don't Think Magnus Bane Is Real Either," Scoffed The First. "have You Ever Met Him?" "this Is So Weird," Said Clary, Slinking Down In Her Seat. "are You Listening To Them?" "no. It's Rude To Eavesdrop," Said Jace.