Troy watched the two's interaction and only smirked to himself before looking to Rose after John had taken his leave, rubbing his hands together to warm them a bit more with a brow upturned, "Oh, right. Well yes, I suppose I'd like a tea if you have it, whatever you have is fine really. And a fort, really? Blanket or boxes? Or an amalgamation?"
Troy was hardly the 'playful' type; yet, he understood that others were, they were young after all, why not? Plus, imagination was something Troy lived on. Taking the offered box from John, he placed it on the counter, figuring it'd be rude to open it now when they weren't opening theirs quite yet. Could wait after all. He then turned back towards the couch and moved to it to take his seat, looking around the place, then glanced towards Rose.
"So are you one of John's students? Figuring, of course, that's where you met?"