"Mayonnaise is not going to be anywhere in our wedding," Alec said, pushing the button on the gun as Isabelle instructed. He really didn't need that pillow but the corner of his mouth lifted in a brief smile anyway before he turned away and looked around for other things.
"Magnus' declaration," he added, shrugging his shoulders, "but I agree with him. I don't know if I want something at a wedding that makes people think of sandwiches. The consistency of mayonnaise is gross."
He'd eaten mayonnaise before and he even liked it but he'd be thinking of a curdled, clumpy white condiment if he saw it outside of a sandwich. "I think black and gold. It was just black for a few days but I decided that I'll wear gold as Shadowhunters do. I wasn't sure if I should or not."
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Date: 2017-05-04 02:12 pm (UTC)"Magnus' declaration," he added, shrugging his shoulders, "but I agree with him. I don't know if I want something at a wedding that makes people think of sandwiches. The consistency of mayonnaise is gross."
He'd eaten mayonnaise before and he even liked it but he'd be thinking of a curdled, clumpy white condiment if he saw it outside of a sandwich. "I think black and gold. It was just black for a few days but I decided that I'll wear gold as Shadowhunters do. I wasn't sure if I should or not."