"I don't know." Alec said worriedly. He and Magnus Bane were in their apartment, Magnus was reading instructions in a book. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."

Magnus sighed. "Alexander, just ten minutes ago you were excited."

"Yeah, well, that was ten minutes ago." Alec said sheepishly. "My fearless rune burned off."

"We're doing it. It's just baking a cake. How hard can it be? You fight demons. Why on earth do you need a fearless rune to bake a cake?" Demanded Magnus. Alec shrugged.

"I've never cooked or baked before. It's always take-out or my mother cooks."

"Or Isabelle." Magnus added. Alec shuddered.

"Right, or Izzy."

"Your baking can't be worse than Izzy's cooking." Magus said, trying to be supportive.

"Nothing is worse than her cooking."

"Right, that's the spirit!"

Sighing, Alec leaned over and read the instructions. " 'Sift the flour'? What does that even mean?"

"Something to do with flour. And sifting. Just assuming." Magnus shrugged. He had been told that he wasn't allowed to use magic to make this cake, but―"Are you sure I can't just use magic to conjure up a cake?" He twisted his wrist in the air dramatically. "It would be so much easier."

"I'm certainly not going to stop you."

Magnus grinned slyly and snapped his fingers in the direction of the table. As the blue electricity bounced through his fingers, a three-layer chocolate cake appeared, decorated with white flowers. On the top, it said "Congratulations, Mary and Ryan!" Eyeing the words, Magnus slowly changed them to form the letters he needed them to be. Soon, the icing spelled out Simon and Isabelle.

After all, it was their wedding cake.

"Wow, we did a great job," Alec said, looking over the cake. He had long learned not to question where Magnus got the things he conjured with magic and only felt a little guilty that two mundanes would not be getting their cake. He almost wanted to laugh, because Clary would have given them hell for doing that. Magnus, meanwhile, grinned, cat eyes shining.

"Yes, we worked incredibly hard on it."