[ The vine hoisting Connor up goes slack right before it, and he, drop to the ground, and that’s all the warning he gets to throw his weight and narrowly miss the thing’s green fangs. He'll roll to avoid the damage and let the momentum bring him back to his feet. ]

Who gives a flower teeth? Man-eating plants are a Bat-problem: where are it's vital organs?

[ Maybe he felt for the squishable flowers outside, but the tables have turned on who is squishable, and Connor isn't up for being plantfood. He reaches for his bow and an arrow, both on his back. Pauses in the act of nocking the arrow. He... didn't have both hands free outside.

Connor looks at the plant monster. ]

I ... think it ate your phone.