"What, are you worried about me?" Rita asks in a mocking tone, then rolls her eyes for good measure. She's been in plenty of messes, especially in the past week, without requiring any carelessness on Pearl's part.

"We aren't just a gang. We're a coven," she clarifies. "And as for irregularities... I don't know, you think getting attacked by an oversized rose bush counts?" It's hard not to be a bit sarcastic. The facts are just too damn absurd. It doesn't help that the attacking vines aren't even the weirdest thing to happen in the past few days. If anything, they're the easiest to explain.