Clary hummed as she stepped towards the inn. "I'm fairly sure I'd burn pancakes. If we ever get pancake mix I'll volunteer you to help me with it." These were the kind of jokes that helped Clary keep going. It was hard sometimes but sarcasm and random useless remarks were what made everything seem less dramatic.

"Sort of. I've been calling the town Salem in my head. It looks like they have lines to run electricity but no power. The fire in the inn will be on nonstop once it gets cold enough." She rolled her shoulder in a short shrug. "At least that's what I've been told." Clary would believe it when she saw it.

Clary didn't know how to do anything but there were a lot of people around willing to teach those who knew absolutely nothing. Clary hadn't learned from any of them yet but had produced a fairly decent map of both villages, complete with random street names and house numbers. "Kitchens through here. I think they have some fish or something. The harvest was recent so there is a lot of food that they're prepping for the winter or something. I don't know what they do but I am sure we can swipe some." It seemed like a free-for-all sort of set up though Clary assumed that was true until someone took to much or endangered everyone else's survival.

"So what do you think of your own version of the Twilight Zone." She paused. "Oh. I see berries. Let's grab some." She missed pizza.