Tina eventually started to come back down, her hair still a little wet. She made her re-entrance just a tad on the noisy side, but not too much so as to be suspicious. "You guys ready for lunch?" She asked. "You sorta woke late, though."
"Eleven-fifty-five." Tina informed her. "Well, I'mma make myself something. If you decide you are hungry, just call." She said, heading for the kitchen.