Randa: *nods* it's kind of cute.

Clary: *smiles* thanks. Really tho, my hand did slip. It's a lot of concentration.

Dahlia: *shudders* as the locusts come out* I'm never going to get over that. B, you're sick.

Billie: *shrugs* hey, we have medieval, we've got biblical, I even have specially made soul knives, but Clary has asked for them not to be used around her, so I oblige.

(Kinda figured. I love drunk Logan)

Dahlia: *picks up knife and waits for Garret to finish* *looks to Zach* you have got to love our sicked, twisted friends.

Billie: *nods* of course. Let your imagination run wild. Well have fun. I'm going to see about making more torture tools. Any requests, just send them my way.

(I would be so scared to have them on the same level of pissed at the same person. When they get like this I forget they aren't related. Ha ha.)

Alex: *chuckles and kisses back* to be fair you were expecting it.

It does. Ucky.