Frankie clumped down the stairs and into the kitchen feeling (and looking) decidedly grumpy. Of course the village had done worse things. Of course he was glad they were only stuck with random people in random houses and no one was dying or anything terrible. But did the village HAVE to pick the week his dad arrived? Not to mention his grandparents - his grandfather, who (and he felt terrible for thinking this, but...) he had been looking forward to meeting when he had all his wits intact.
He grunted a non-verbal greeting and sat down in one of the chairs with a huff. He knew he should probably get up and find something eat, but he felt bizarrely as though that would be just be giving the damn village its satisfaction. He wondered what it would do if they all went on a hunger strike.