Lennon smiles. “Then your not doing it right. I’ll show you.” Hugh makes a noise in the back of his throat, and Lennon sighs. “Fine, whatever. What do you want to do, Murph?” “Wait what?” “To be honest, the main reason I came back was to show Murphy what’s kept me alive for the last few years, so if he’s not doing the show, neither am I.” The circus stirs. 

Zenith nods. “Harry Potter or Mortal Instruments?”