Stephanie

“Mr. Lightwood," she said, raising herself up on her elbows. "Are those scones under your bed?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Five,' she said. Her lips and cheeks were flushed, but her gaze was steady.
'Five?' Gabriel echoed blankly.
'My rating,' she said, and smiled at him. 'Your skill and technique may, perhaps, require work, but the native talent is certainly there. What you require is practice.'
'And you are willing to be my tutor?'
'I should be very insulted if you chose another,' Cecily said, and leaned up to kiss him again.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Indeed." Will let his cutlery clatter onto his plate. "The Consul? Breaking up our breakfast time? Whatever next? The Inquisitor over for tea? Picnics with the Silent Brothers?"

"Duck pies in the park," said Jem under his breath, and he and Will smiled at each other, just a flash, before the door opened and the Consul swept it.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess