[She can see in his eyes that he's trying, at least, and that - that's something Clary strives for. That's why she draws, to make herself and others happy, that's why she tries to save the world whenever she is given a chance to. The world is a shitty, dark place, and she has to do her best to make her corner of it a little brighter.]

That's very true. You know, I think I will! Shame we don't have the internet here, harder to find a recipe.

[He takes the fruit from her, and their fingers brush for a moment before Clary pulls back, satisfied. She goes for another in her bag, biting into it enthusiastically, juice dribbling down her chin. She chuckles as she wipes at it with the sleeve of her sweater.]

I'm Clary, by the way. It's nice to meet you. You been here long?