"I do too," Rose said, and then her brow furrowed. "I've never made lemonade, though." To her, it came out of a carton. All juice did. She knew that there had to be lemons in it, and sugar, because lemons were really sour. She knew, because, "I've eaten a whole lemon, though! Have you?"
Her expression lit at the idea of the ladder being in the closet. She could climb down it silently even if someone was in the room and hide from them until they left. "Yes, let's do that."