"Yeesh, this place looks like something my grandma would put together."

It's all very ... quaint on the first floor. She's just glad there aren't any doilies to speak of. If there were, she would have walked right back out the front door. Or so she thinks.

It's still amazingly stereotypical in the 'nice, friendly neighborhood witch' way. If they start taking in wounded animals she's gonna have words. But, Kenzi is placated by the fact that she has her own place closer to the heart of the city to do her work in. It's security for her. That she has a way out - if you will.

"So where's the other four of us?"

That 'Seven Sisters' thing isn't legit, right?