[ She may not be too great at cooking, but she's at least got navigation nailed, since she manages to make her way around the city now without too much of a struggle (mostly because she's wandered around it enough trying to get her non-existent business booming by word of mouth but that's besides the point). It makes it easier for her to pick up an assortment of ingredients, gathering them together in a basket as she makes it to Clary's apartment.
In time, there's a knock at her door and a loud voice just outside of it. ] Your knight has arrived, your Highness!
[ the voice calling through her door is, with or without kate's earlier offer, absurdly familiar. clary smiles even before she reaches the door, swinging it open and stepping aside (and out of range, truthfully) almost immediately. the apartment might smell ridiculously clean when kate enters — another precaution to keeping whatever infection clary has from spreading. as tempting as it is to insist kate wear a mask, it doesn't strike clary as an order that will be heeded. an immaculate apartment will, at the very least, make up for that.]
My knight and her shining — [ her eyes drop to the basket, amused, and then back to kate's face. ] Basket. Shining basket. Thanks for coming by, by the way.
[ surprisingly, no one else has offered to feed her. maybe that's the consequence of knowing so many people that are likely shoddy cooks. ]
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[ She does know that no one was actually injured at the scene. Even if sickness was an entirely different thing altogether. ]
No, but I have spunk and motivation and that's usually the only combination I need to get things done.
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[ "someone". very little can exceed izzy's poor culinary skills, but kate might be giving her a run for her money. ]
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[ Cruel!!! Maybe she can just make her a really damn good salad. Hard to screw that one up. ]
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i don't think i could feel any more disgusting than i already do, so let's try this again. i'll gladly be your guinea pig, doctor bishop.
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Consider me your knight in shining armor protecting you always, Ms. Fray.
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i'm a little less of a damsel in distress, but i'll let you know when i need a charming knight.
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I'm just looking for excuses to scoop you up! 😘
Give me like 20 minutes and I'll be there to raid your kitchen.
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i'll await your company with bated breath, sir knight.
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[ She may not be too great at cooking, but she's at least got navigation nailed, since she manages to make her way around the city now without too much of a struggle (mostly because she's wandered around it enough trying to get her non-existent business booming by word of mouth but that's besides the point). It makes it easier for her to pick up an assortment of ingredients, gathering them together in a basket as she makes it to Clary's apartment.
In time, there's a knock at her door and a loud voice just outside of it. ] Your knight has arrived, your Highness!
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My knight and her shining — [ her eyes drop to the basket, amused, and then back to kate's face. ] Basket. Shining basket. Thanks for coming by, by the way.
[ surprisingly, no one else has offered to feed her. maybe that's the consequence of knowing so many people that are likely shoddy cooks. ]