Manor. The camera pans up past a cluster of long-stemmed red roses in the parlor as Piper pouts, "A dozen dozen roses. How many roses is that?" A gross, Piper. It's a gross. The Dolt steps into the frame to offer the mathematically accurate if somewhat less evocative answer of "'Hunnert 'n' forry-four." Enunciate, jackass. Over on the sofa, Phoebe and Raige abuse the Book of Shadows in search of the demon from Phoebe's latest premonition. When Raige wonders what Phoebe's separate Gonzo-related premonitions have in common aside from The Chinless Wonder himself, Phoebe snippily replies that the two visions need not necessarily share commonalities; the fact that Gonzo will be caught in a demonic crossfire that evening, much as he was caught in a crossfire of the pedestrian sort earlier in the day, is enough for her. Piper voices her reservations, suggesting that perhaps Phoebe is allowing her "hormones" to cloud her judgment. Raige winces at Piper's unfortunate choice of words as Phoebe yelps, "Ouch!" The Dolt speaks up, counseling the ladies to err on the side of caution and protect Gonzo as best they can until they learn more about the threat they face. Piper and Raige propose that Phoebe alter her plans for the evening to include the rest of the family. Phoebe groans in embarrassment and covers her face with a hand. "Are you cooking?" she asks her pack mule of a sister. "Probably," Piper sighs. Phoebe rolls her eyes and scurries up to the Bimbo Boudoir to dress for dinner. This should be dreadful.