"Glad to hear it isn't just me with a handsy plant," Fortescue says, sighing as she gathers her hands in front of her. She half-balls her fingers together and the flames grow hotter and hotter. The next vine that lashes out for her is going to have an unfortunate end.

Or perhaps it would be better if it were just her and one plant...

"My weapons are back at the house. But fire should work just fine," she says thoughtfully. "Now that I know to use it."

And assuming that she's careful with it and doesn't light anything else on fire.