Magnus couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled up with the image of him dressed in purple and pink stripes, ears and tail topping off the ensemble; for some reason, he got the feeling that it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility for him. "We're all mad here," he said with a comical grin before looking up at the girl approaching them. Seeing her made something lurch in his stomach, and he gently placed his cup in its saucer before it fell from his hand. She didn't inspire the same rush of memories as Alec had, but she gave him a sense of familiarity, like deja vu from a half-remembered dream set in a place he'd never been before.

"Clary," he said in greeting, squeezing Alec's hand tighter and then relaxing his fingers. He parted his lips to say more but his focus turned completely on Alec. "Your tattoos?" he asked, smoothing his thumb over the one on the back of Alec's hand. A word danced around in his head, rune echoing through his memories, but he didn't speak it and instead filed it away for later.

"Where are our manners? Have a seat," he offered as she took it, and he slid an empty teacup towards her to indicate she was welcome to share the pot in the center of the table. "Not a problem, biscuit. We're trying to piece things together as well."