( She's so glad that Kimberly's smiling like this. It's about time, and being happy is something she definitely deserves. It means Clary doesn't feel quite as guilty being helplessly in love and obvious about it. Now they can share the feeling without any lingering awkwardness. )

Much better than prom. The food isn't terrible, the punch isn't spiked with cheap vodka, and the band can actually hold their instruments. I haven't even seen someone trying to puke and rally yet. It's classy.

( Grinning at the talk of photobooths. ) I think so. Or at least, I hope so. What's a photobooth without terrible props? Unless we're going old school like they did in the fifties.