She always knows when anyone steals a plant from her garden. Rosethorn may not have been in it at the time of Lola's invasion, but she was near enough. Her tone ought to call into doubt any certainty about hanging in the well. "Get out of there, girl!"

The words come a little slower than they might have once, with the slightest hint of a slur, but with no less force behind them. The nearest plants all lean in immediately toward Lola, as if they might try to grab her for upsetting their gardener, or shove her out in obedience to Rosethorn.

"Stealing plants from my garden to do some fool thing to your hair. I ought to to cut you into pieces, roast you, and feed you to sharks!" Hopefully Lola knows that would go against Rosethorn's vows and there's no danger at all.