The house is a nice, kinda big place, and it's...noisy to say the least.
"OBSIDIAN FLARE, CEASE SETTING THINGS ON FIRE!" Somepony yells.
"Stop yelling, Nightwing!" somepony else responds.
"Everypony, mommy is making lunch, get downstairs!"
Then there's a lot of banging as a presumably large number of foals goes down to the ground floor for lunch.
"...The house is pretty consistently like this, trust me. Anna deals with it. So, do you want me to come with you, or shall we part ways?" Aurora asks.