Title: Fish
Rating: PG
Word Count: 192

Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 3/A
Summary: "With a fish." Because it was bound to happen and Mattes isn't perfect.

"Did you see where he went?" Clary shouted to Mattes across the rooftop. The wind picked up her voice and carried it away, but Mattes shook his head.

"Looks like 'e jumped, sarden looby."

Clary threw her leg over the wall and began climbing down the ladder to the street below. "Well?" she asked archly, when Mattes paused, half leaning over the edge of the roof.

"Think I see where he tossed his knife, the stupid scut," Mattes explained hurriedly, scrambling down the ladder around Clary.

"Really now?" Clary, interest piqued, jumped the last few feet to the ground. "Where'd it go, then?"

Mattes plunged his arm into a barrel to one side of the alley.

"Ugh, smells awful, like a cesspit," he groaned before holding his hand up triumphantly.

"Got it!"

Clary bit her lip and tried not to giggle. "Really, Mattes?"

Held in his clenched fist was a pickled fish. Mattes made a noise of disgust and dropped the thing, then made as if to rub his hands on his trousers, remembering just in time that the slime covering them would then be with him all night.

"Alright, maybe not."