"Stealthy, a great name for the living room... do you mean to say that it's not very noticeable, or are you being sarcastic? I feel like you're being sarcastic," Troy retorted as she moved her way around the study, noticing her stares as she wandered off into her thoughts, she did that of course, but Troy had that instinctual feeling that things were on her mind. Certain things, distant things; he'd worry about that later though, right now he just focused on what she was saying.
"Yes, well, I was hoping you would. She's not much of a reader but is interested in starting into the Lord of the Rings. So I suggested the Hobbit to get her into the backstory a bit, and then dive into it with the club. A brilliant suggestion on my part, if I can be so bold. And also, if you do find me some Jammie Dodgers, I may have to buy you lunch."
Still, he did hope cherry turnovers were fine enough. He looked around the library, "I figure showing you the bedrooms aren't really necessary. They're nothing special. I have my office though, and that's where I keep my new first edition of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea."