Alexander

It felt perfectly natural to have Magnus’s arm hooked through his, like this was something they should have been doing long before now. “Sounds good. And yeah, which is rather rare for New York. We should take advantage of it.” It was often either cold or raining there and he enjoyed these warmer days. Summers, however, could get so hot that he just wanted to stay inside all day. “It is. Sometimes, when I’m not on mission, I’ll take a stroll when I can’t sleep.” He was often too wired up to even try. “A French cafe sounds perfect! I’ve not been to one around here and I’m guessing if you like it then it must be really good, right?” He would have to try some French pastries, as he was sure that they had some. “Honestly, I’ll eat anything so long as it’s not Isabelle’s cooking. Never try her food, by the way. You might get food poisoning. She means well, but she really needs to get some lessons on how to properly cook a meal.” Alec wasn’t too bad himself, though more often than not, he or Jace went out and got food from Taki’s or Chinese takeout. “What about you? Do you know how to cook?”

Magnus hummed as Alec spoke, nodding. “I’ve been in New York a long time.” he replied. “It’s a statement that is very true.” He chuckled as they walked, looking up at Alec for a moment. “Call me next time. I’d be happy to take a walk with you, Alexander.” he promised. The excited tone in Alec’s voice made him smile and he brushed his thumb over the back of the nephilim’s hand. “I only take the best.” he replied with a smile, guiding them to the left and up the gate of the patio area and looked at his fiance with a soft chuckle. “Perhaps I can give her some lessons?” he asked. “I’m no gourmet chef, but I can certainly cook on my own.” he assured. “Teaching ISabelle a few things should be amusing. But I’ll make sure she can make at least edible things.” he teased, finding a table away from the others and pulling out a chair for Alec.