Clary thought about it and the only flavor to come to mind was green apple. She made a face: scrunching up her nose and sticking out her tongue. "Green Apple?" It sounded like an awful flavor for jell-o. She tried to remember what her favorite jell-o flavor was. It wasn't an important detail about her life and her past but not knowing bothered her. She knew she liked green but she liked the color and when it came to colors, she liked all of them equally. They all had there own place.

Maybe that was why she liked them. They had a place. Clary felt out of place and she wished that her mother would just come home and be with her here. Then maybe that feeling would get better.

"Does that mean there is some sort of spell on them?" She couldn't help her smile, her mind now distracted from the previous thoughts of her mother. "It'd be fun to eat jell-o and the giggle for a few seconds because of it." She didn't know what sort of things Warlocks could do but it'd be a fun exploration to make treats that were entertaining and relatively harmless.

There was something about what Alec was saying. It made sense to Clary but she didn't remember having a context for it. She stared at Alec as if seeing him for the first time. "Jace? Who is that?" She felt like she was supposed to know that name. It was someone important. Someone she shouldn't have forgotten like that boy with the glasses who sometimes appeared in her dreams. Why couldn't she remember? Who was he? And why did think about him leave an unfamiliar pain in her chest?