Izzy Lightwood: Dinnertime! Sorry if I’m interrupting.
Jace Herondale: Dear God, the dread hour is nigh.
Hodge Starkweather: I—I—I had a very filling breakfast, I mean lunch. A filling lunch. I couldn’t possibly eat…
Izzy Lightwood: I threw out the soup and ordered Chinese from that place downtown.
Jace Herondale: Great. I’m starved.
Hodge Starkweather: I might be able to eat a bite.
Izzy Lightwood: You two are terrible liars.
