Oh, yeah, that was going to be a thing, wasn't it? Geralt had set the example. It happened once, so it would surely happen again. The other hotel guests probably didn't understand the pain they were causing by clipping flowers. But Harley did. And making a threatening, angry sign sounded like a fun way to spend the afternoon. Was glitter threatening? Harley normally had glitter on her and she was pretty threatening.. There might need to be a little glitter on it.
"Hmm, shame we can't set up a camera in here so we could let them know we're watching 'em.." Harley stroked her chin, thinking. "How's, 'Touch me and die'? Too simple?"
Harley slowly turned her head towards Ivy, then quickly looked away again. Smooth. "Why not let Frank babysit the greenhouse? Y'know, just for today? Since we're bound to have flower poachers?"