Henry understood, even without the clarification. He had remained unclear on just how close Gansey and the others had come to Kavinsky's last substance party in Henrietta, but of course, he had known about the youngest Lynch, obliquely.

"I mean," Henry said, and smiled blithely. "I do have a wealth of obnoxious music I have been cultivating from the streaming website I have been using? There is even some from home. But a lot of it is--Pipsy."

He said this, recalling their conversation at one of the carnivals about how Pipsy was like the concept of a cola, photocopied too many times: recognizable, but not quite right any longer.