"Hey, you’re gonna fit in well around here if that’s you’re attitude for today. My mom is gonna keep you stuffed." PJ felt Clary’s hand on his shoulder and it relaxed him ever so slightly. "That’s actually really true, except I’ve been reduced to a blow up mattress in the kitchen with my cousins instead of the couch. Uncle Fred called dibs on that when he got here." At her comment, he chuckled. "I don’t expect you to. But, they might." As they entered the large space all eyes were on them. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Mom, aunts, cousins, and grandma; this is Clary." PJ looked over at his best friend with a reassuring smile. "Clary this is all the ladies in my family minus some of the girls in the living room or upstairs." For just a moment, he left her to make his way through the kitchen and put the flowers in a vase with some water just before presenting them to his mother while the women fawned over Clary. "Mom, Clary brought these for you. They are your favorite, I don’t know how she knew." With an innocent shrug, he returned to Clary’s side.