Judging by the vast increase Noah manged in 120 years I guess it went more like this:
Very gentle tap at the door.
Noah - (whispering) I don't think anyone is home, let's wait a few minutes.
Ten minutes later
Ham - I don't think anyone is home.
Noah - Perhaps not. Do you fancy a donut?
Ham - Sure
Noah - I think we'll meet up with your brothers, stop off for a donut and coffee and then we'll head back to the quick build.