Third Floor Common Room, Monday Late Morning

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle had to admit, it had been nice to spar with another Shadowhunter whose moves she was not a hundred percent familiar with, this morning. Even if said Shadowhunter was a tiny one, and so she'd had to hold back pretty much all of her strength. And also had to use the wooden swords. But still. Yukon wasn't half bad – not that Isabelle had expected her to be – and it had been fun, in a different way from what she usually did in the salle.

What was less nice was when Yukon announced that breakfast made by Isabelle would not cut it, and that they'd either have to get Daddy to make it, or buy something. So in a fit of niceness, Isabelle had ordered in some super healthy breakfast from J,GoB. Hey, growing Shadowhunters needed their sugar! Or maybe they shouldn't have been left unsupervised. Either or.

So, now both girls were curled up on the couch, getting their all-important sugar fix, and talking about such important things as how much Yukon's poor dad still tried to talk to Shadowhunters about mundane things that fell to deaf ears.

And maybe there were even some pastries to share with people who happened to come by. Maybe. Lightwood girls were pretty fickle about sharing.

[ooc: Open!]

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[flickofthewrist]

Oh, he'd caught it and then asked for proof to happen. He was more surprised that she hadn't apparently picked up on his agreement. Possibly too many big words?

"I still think it does need to be proven, whether you're dropping your claims or not," he replied with a raised eyebrow. "I'm happy to wait since I do think that proof is important to preserve my pristine reputation. Didn't take you as one to give up your claims so easily, Isabelle. Huh."

Or miss things. He tried not to smirk at her. Tried really hard.

[seveninchmotto]

... Okay, like daughter, like mother, too many big words. And damn him for outsmarting her! She could see him holding back a smirk, and that annoyed her. Which, okay, might work to his favor later, because all that annoyed energy had to be channeled into something. Oh well.

She rolled her eyes again. "Well, I was merely trying to protect your feelings from unnecessary strife."

Yukon flopped over dramatically. She was just that bored, see. It was like listening to her grandparents arguing with the Clave.

[flickofthewrist]

It probably wouldn't help if he actually did smirk at her now, would it? Because he did when he caught her kid flopping over and acting like this was the worst thing in the world.

"No need to protect my feelings," he said, shaking his head. "Actually, I feel great right now. Must have been a good choice on breakfast."

Or something else.

[seveninchmotto]

Probably something else.

Isabelle refrained from rolling her eyes again. "Well, good for you, Flick. I'm glad." Not really.

[flickofthewrist]

Probably. But, a good mood was a good mood.

With a smug grin, Flick pushed himself off the couch since his breakfast was done.

"Well, I should get going, get a start on my day," he said, dusting off his hands. "Nice to meet you, Yukon."

Never gonna forget that name.

"See you later, Isabelle," he said and even added a wink because why not? He wasn't afraid of being jackass. Not afraid at all. That done, he tucked his hands in his pockets and ambled out of the common room.