"I've got it! 'Beautiful and compassionate woman seeks kind hearted man to explore the world with in small doses. Please don't be afraid of my brothers,'" Clary suggested, giggling a bit before sticking her tongue out at Fiona.

Fiona snorted rather inelegantly at that, laughing and shaking her head. "Oh my god, Clary! I can't write that!" she declared, still laughing. They'd already picked out their pictures for each of their profiles but were completely stuck on what to write for their little bio blurbs. She'd suggested they'd write one another's, but now she was second guessing herself. Tossing her phone on the coffee table, she leaned forward to pour them both a bit more wine.

Holding her wineglass in one hand and phone in the other, she typed away, deleting and retyping, her nose crunching up cutely as she thought on it. "Okay, here we go, I think I've got it," she said, handing the phone over for Clary to read the blurb she'd worked out for herself: ISO the sort of epic love story my parents have had. Kind, compassionate, strong work ethic seeking the same in a partner. Not interested in casual flings.