There are three young adults there, a preppy-looking blonde girl, a girl with a beret and brown pigtails wearing a purple T-shirt with a drawing of a yellow chick in glasses holding a green bog, and a blond guy in a red sweater with geometric patterns on it carrying some kind of fruitcake?

"Welcome to the neighborhood!" they say in unison.

Oh! That... is significantly nicer than people showing up to tell her she's homeowning incorrectly. They... probably got informed via the app that she moved with? And are here to say hi?

Anyway she can put on a smile, the weirdness that is her current situation and adjustment to life on her own is not their problem, nor their business.

"Hi! Thank you! Come in, though there's not a lot of space and I wasn't expecting any company - I'm Yvette, pleasure to meet you all."

"I'm Travis," says the blond guy, "and these are Summer and Liberty," gesturing at the blonde and the brunette respectively.

"Nice to meet you!"

"Ooh I love what you've done with the place, it's so hipster."

Travis walks over to the tiny table next to the door to deposit the fruitcake there.

????? It's hipster??? That is not a word she would use to describe this place??? But okay???

"I - thank you, but I haven't had time to do anything with it, yet," says Yvette, blinking. "It's still just what the house came with, so far. ... Do you guys know where any hardware stores are, by the way?"

"What're those?"

"It's... a store where you get... tools and doorknobs and curtain rods and stuff? General handymen stuff." This question is bizarre and fills her with concern, but it makes sense that people that live in this place would just have no idea what a hardware store is, so she's happy to explain. "I want to put up a curtain between here and the master bedroom, anyway, since I'm having some trouble finding anyone that can build a wall and put a door in?"

Maybe one of these people knows how to fix that! That would be great, actually!

"I don't think I've heard of that..."

"There's probably books about handiness at the library?" suggests Travis dubiously.

... that doesn't...

"I - that'd be nice, but I was looking for more materials instead of knowledge? Unless the books would.. tell me where to buy a curtain rod and curtains??"

"They'd teach you everything you need to know about fixing things and setting them up."

Not what she was stuck on, but, okay, thanks?? Nice to know the local library is extensive????

"... Okay. Thank you. Um - do you know where I could get furniture locally, then?"

"Not really," says Travis, looking at the other two only to be met with identical shrugs.

"Oh," she says, unable to disguise her disappointment.

But it is not their fault that they were born and raised in a terrible gated community of sadness and zero hardware stores, so she puts her smile back on and forges on!

"Well, thanks anyway. So, do any of you bake? This looks delicious!"

"Oh, I'm not very good at it but this is a family heirloom!" says Travis, beaming.

"... The... recipe?"

"I can try to find it for you."

"No, I mean - sorry, it's been a bit of a weird morning for me. If it's not too much trouble I can get a copy of the recipe, sure?"

"Sure, no trouble at all! Do you want to try it?"

"Sure!" Plate! She can find a plate around here, somewhere, surely if they saddled her with included furniture in the price of her house, they included practical things like plates and cutlery somewhere?

Yup! She has plates and cutlery and even pots and pans.