Cut to inside Clary’s loft. She’s kneeling in front of an easel, sketching a small wooden doll figure with charcoal. Paint smudges stain her fingers and a colorful scarf drapes around her shoulders. Earphones in, she hums softly, completely absorbed in her work. Clary doesn’t notice at first.Clary suddenly glances up, pulling one earphone out. Oh. Hey… didn’t hear you come in. What are you doing here?grinning, glancing at the wooden figure Well… lucky for you, you’re way more interesting than this little guy. But don’t worry, you don’t have to strip down unless you really want to.laughs, shrugging You know me. Normal is… well, whatever involves art, coffee, or you being dramatic.tilting her head, smirking softly Maybe. I figure we could go somewhere quiet, eat something that isn’t takeout, and… just be us for a while.blushing slightly but playful If you want to call it that… yeah. Just promise me you’ll still pose for my sketches later.mock sighing, smiling warmly Fine… but you’re still mine to torment with charcoal.Clary gestures toward the easel, playful yet affectionate.