[ Oh, a dare? Clary looks at him with the jutted out chin of someone who recognises a challenge. She plucks up the sweet and removes it from its packaging, popping it in her mouth. Her eyebrows are raised like see? but it only takes a second or two before she's scrunching up her whole face at the sour taste, trying to roll the candy away from her tastebuds. ]
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What's it called anyway?
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[ For a moment she just diligently picks out all the sour ones and then grins at him. ] I knew I'd get my way eventually.
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Don't say anything.
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Stronger than other candies? [He doesn't really have a base here to work off of.]
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