Lola crossed her arms, tried to build up how tall she was (which isn't, she isn't tall, there's no way to be intimidating for her), and glared back. Lola was just glad this woman was a few inches taller and not, like, a full half-foot. Still the cold look didn't bother Lola in this case, she didn't back down.

"I'm only being rude if this was some fluke, and not the result of someone who has no idea what they're doing wasting ingredients in this kitchen. If you have no idea what you're doing, all I am is right." Lola's hair was a little more red than when she came over, some of the gold and orange fading into the sharper color.