Zatanna couldn't help but smile. She'd had more than her fair share of spells gone wrong, so she both understood Jennifer's dilemma and empathized. Nodding a little when Jennifer agreed to tea, she motioned for the younger woman to follow her. She led the way to the kitchen and filled the tea kettle, setting it on the stove top to be heated.
"Gotham City," she supplied, leaning against the counter as she turned to face the blonde. "Where's your apartment?"