Alec took the plate, holding it carefully so as not to spill anything on Luke's floor. The food smelled amazing and Alec felt his mouth water slightly. He couldn't actually remember the last time he'd had a really good meal. He barely eaten anything when they'd been in that other place and only Luke's urging had made him even grab some water.

"Isabelle likes to cook," he shared, bringing his eyes back up to Reid. "She's not good at it but she tries."

He didn't know where Isabelle's love of cooking had come from because neither of his parents had spent any time in the kitchen from what he could remember. That thought almost made him laugh, imaging either of the Lightwood parents over a stove, trying to make a meal just right.

It would never happen. There were more important things to attend to than cooking.

"I doubt I'd even be able to make a sandwich," he said, shaking his head. "We just tend to go to Taki's."