Clary cast furtive glances into the windows as they passed. It
was strange to see a display of expensive decorated chocolates in one window and in the
next an equally lavish display of deadly-looking weapons—cutlasses, maces, nail-studded
cudgels, and an array of seraph blades in dierent sizes. “No guns,” she said. Her own voice
sounded very far away.
— City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 3: Amatis
Chocolate, how? Especially, from an isolationist country, that from what I can see so far doesn’t even import or export stuff from their country? How are they getting chocolate because they surely not importing Coco from South America like the most of us do? Are they growing their own Cacao Trees? I find that highly unlikely since those trees can’t really thrive in Western European weather, and after we have yet to see any real agriculture in Idris at all. Again, these little details you need to pay attention to Clare, especially when creating your fictional because they can’t bite you in the ass.
In the end, Cassandra Clare is still basically writing what she thinks is “cool” and not really putting any thoughts into the implications or the details to actually make a fictional country work in a book.