Of course, Clary realized with a sharp stab of annoyance. Isabelle was exactly Simon's type - tall, glamorous, and beautiful. Come to think of it, maybe that was everyone's type. Clary stopped wondering about the peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle's head.
Because she's prettier than you? o_O I spot a cow!