It's honestly slightly less freaky than the usual stuff back home. She's used to it. Not this particular brand of freakshow, but weird shit in general. Bo ate a dude's face the first day they met and they've been friends ever since! This? This is nothing.

Kenzi laughs incredulously, holding him a little tighter. "Okay, smartass, cut the sass. You live here?" Well, obviously not HERE here. She's dreaming. Or he's dreaming? She can't even tell anymore. All she knows for sure is that this place is ridiculously nice... and she's just glad he hasn't seen her place. The clubhouse makes the cave look like a freaking palace by comparison. The whole 'hey, you're technically dating a pretty successful rock star' thing hits her and all that fear and abandonment she was feeling earlier is just replaced with hazy anxiety and inadequacy.

"Can... can we sit down? I kind of want to sit." Sitting would be awesome but she isn't so sure about the structural integrity of dream-furniture.