Or wait, I hear the front door opening downstairs, then Naomi talking, so some of them are presumably on the porch for whatever reason, likely to just get outside since it's nice out.
You know what? Screw this irritation too. I can at least go downstairs, grab some food, and possibly say hi. I would really really like to make it through at least one shift at work where I don't eat something there, even if that means I make something before leaving and bring it home, but yeah. There's really no sense in me sitting up here being angry and pissed off when it's mostly my fault for being up here in the first place. Yesh~