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Magnus called him the next day when the sun rose—shocking Jace as Magnus wasn't up until noon usually, and why did he know that—telling him to get his ass over to practice for Friday. Jace was dreading it the entire morning getting dressed and eating his Chinese food and during the walk over.
"You better appreciate this, Harry."
Jace was actually surprised. Was he really doing this just for Harry?
He stopped around the corner from Magnus' and Alec's and thought it over and a minute or so later he nodded to his self. He was doing it for Harry. Harry was important to him, as important as Alec or Isabelle or Magnus, and Simon was in there, too, because they actually bonded a little when he yelled at him for breaking Clary's heart. Women, they both said with large sighs, after the death threats were done with.
In the end, if any where hanging of a ledge with Harry, he would be lost as to who he should save—of course, he'd find a way to lift both up somehow, he was who he was, and he was resourceful.
Magnus was waiting for him in the doorway. The warlock had a big chef hat on that was, in short, outrageous, bright white and sparkling like Edward in the sun—damn Clary for making him read that crap—and a cheery smile on his face. "Ready to cook?"
Jace almost groaned stepping inside. "Are you going to wear that the entire time?"
The warlock waved his hand. "No, it'll get in the way. I just wanted to see what you'd look like if I put it on."
Alec walked out from the hallway, yawning. His hair was a mess and he wore stripped pajamas without a shirt. Jace laughed at his expression when he saw him. Apparently Magnus hadn't told Alec when he'd be over. "What're you doin' here at 8 in the morning?"
Magnus smiled. "Cooking, darling!"
Alec put his finger to his lips and glared halfheartedly, or tiredly. "Shhh. Coffee first."
Jace chuckled. He'd had his coffee earlier, obviously Alec hadn't.
Once Alec had his coffee and Magnus put away the ridiculous hat, Jace was put in the kitchen and made to work. As in, work, like something other than waving around a seraph blade—not that he just waved them about waiting for a demon to run into it, or anything.
The warlock had things laid out in the kitchen, from greens in a bowl to a dead bird—without feathers—sitting on a board looking slimy and pink.
Jace shivered. "I'm actually cooking this."
Magnus touched his arm lightly. "I won't be there by your side while you cook this Friday, so I made it easy for you. Chicken is easy, Jace. Trust me."
He nodded. He never got nervous, but looking at the dead chicken laying there like it was mocking him—and yes, it was—made him feel nervous. Nervous because he'd never done any actual cooking aside from the little assistance of handing things to the people really cooking. Nervous because he liked Harry and this should be perfect but he couldn't help but feel he'd fuck it all up.
But he had to get this right, for Harry, and now to prove he could do this. He was Jace Lightwood, dammit.
Magnus slapped him on the back and said, "Let's get down to it, then, shall we?"
And he chopped and cut and sliced and rubbed and did everything he possibly could as Magnus showed him. Jace touched the raw chicken, which wasn't that disgusting compared to how much demon juice and blood and slime got on him daily, and stuffed it with an array of things, and cooked potatoes with thyme, and then he was done. It took hours, but he was done.
Alec had come over to watch Jace stare at the oven for 45 minutes after he put the poultry inside. Then the timer rang loud in his ears. He pulled out the chicken after he put on the gloves, and set it on the stove, shocked that he did that.
Magnus grinned. "Congratulations, it's a stuffed chicken!"
That afternoon, Jace told Harry he was making stuffed chicken with potatoes. Harry said he was bringing a dessert, but didn't say what, which irritated Jace a little—okay, a lot, he liked knowing things. And when Friday morning was there, Jace just sat in bed and wondered 'what happened to my life'.
He was worrying about a dinner meeting Harry's family when years ago he worried for the fate of the world.
_BREAK_
Magnus came over first to make his apartment bigger. Jace's place really was for just one person, having only one guest small bathroom—thankfully there was a guest bathroom—and an average kitchen that only two people could barely walk in. The living room wasn't too bad but he did want a little more space for the table and the couches to fit everyone. Magnus made those both a little longer along with the room enlargement
"Thanks, Magnus."
He winked. "Have to get this right, if you want Harry to stay with you."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, you can't bring him over to such a small place. What does that say about you?"
"I'll have you know—"
"I'd really rather not know."
The warlock left and Jace was alone. He did nothing but worry about meeting Sirius and Remus, and having Harry meet his siblings and their partners—except Simon, he was at a convention he didn't bother to recall the name of somewhere. Isabelle just thanked him for having this party so she could escape the large array of nerdy-ness.
He got everything done, all the food, and everything look the same when he was with Magnus. It was an hour before Harry was supposed to arrive and he was just sitting on the couch, head in his hands.
The doorbell rang, startling him. He looked at the time seeing he'd been spaced out for half an hour and Harry was either early or Magnus and Alec and Isabelle were right on time.
Getting up, Jace smoothed down his clothes—nice clothes, too, but he kind of missed the leather. He almost wore a necktie for some reason. Then he reached for the doorknob.
Did you like it even though Harry wasn't in it?
Next time: meet the parents(or godparents that are like parents).
-Eve
