Clary followed as they headed towards the supply closet. She seriously expected someone to jump out of it yelling 'supplies!' like it was a bad early 20's sitcom. She was a little disappointed when that didn't happen.
"Not sure what I can do to help around here. I can cook, maybe, but I grew up in Brooklyn. The most I had to do was call the repair man when the AC broke." She stared at the items before stepping forward and grabbing a few things. Clary figured that she'd come back but for now she grabbed two daggers that she found and a notebook with a pencil shoved into the side of it.
She also grabbed a snuggie because there were a lot of them and why not.
When she was finished pilfering the closet she organized her spoils in one arm and then took Isabelle's hand. She squeezed softly and smiled. "Lead the way."
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"Not sure what I can do to help around here. I can cook, maybe, but I grew up in Brooklyn. The most I had to do was call the repair man when the AC broke." She stared at the items before stepping forward and grabbing a few things. Clary figured that she'd come back but for now she grabbed two daggers that she found and a notebook with a pencil shoved into the side of it.
She also grabbed a snuggie because there were a lot of them and why not.
When she was finished pilfering the closet she organized her spoils in one arm and then took Isabelle's hand. She squeezed softly and smiled. "Lead the way."