store of the worlds

If Clary (Fairchild) has the angelic ability to turn paper into a 2D dimension where she can store things, including people (she pulled Ragnor out of the painting: out of the 2D dimension and into the 3D world) do you think she could store provisions like food and water in a piece of paper by placing them into the 2D dimension, just in case a mission goes array and they find themselves starving with no access to food and water, or do you think the food would go off even in the 2D world?
Also: if she stored a jug of ice-water in the 2D dimension but didn’t take it out into the real world for 12 hours, would it still be full of ice and freezing cold or would the ice have melted even in the 2D dimension? 
+ did she ever take that bloody biscoti out of her artwork? :| xD

Side note: my brain does some really weird shit sometimes. 


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“The only thing I knew, is that you, Juliana Crain, are the only hope any of us had. You asked me if you were in the films - you are - you were. Over and over again. Sometimes I see you in the background somewhere, protest, a speech, a war zone, maybe. Someplace that mattered. I started knowing where to look. You could never stay out of it. Some of the people you knew, I started seeing them, too. Revolving around you like an atom. But they would change, different behavior, different relationships, different points of view shaped by their lives. But you were always you, you and your unnatural consistent mind. I got to know a woman who would bet on the best in us, who bet on people, no matter what the world said about who they were, who they should be. That woman would do anything to save a sick boy - a Nazi boy, even, because she would believe he deserved the chance, as slim as it might be, to live a valuable life. And I knew that was the key. The only way to make sure that your sister’s father wouldn’t prevent that boy’s father from stopping a war. Dixon died in an alley so that son-of-a-bitch Smith could live. But - San Francisco is still here! Millions of people will live because of the choice you made. The goodness in you, Juliana. One selfless act of love and hope… That’s what I put my money on.”