"It's a really good idea." Molly said with a smile. Kitchens were always comforting to her. Her mother had ruled the stove with an iron gauntlet, but it had always been a welcoming and warm place, a place to talk and relax, occasionally a place to stitch wounds or have heated arguments. It was the soul of a place, really.

It'd be a shame if something happened to it, Molly thought, images of someone official coming through and seeing what they were doing. But she could do something about that.

"If it's okay with you, I'll put some wards around the place. It'll essentially stop anyone that doesn't know about it for realising it's here. they'll just...pass it by." She offered.