The problem with getting lost in thought was that one tended to be a bit more jumpy. So while admiring the copy inside it's container, Clara had forgotten for a moment where she was and jumped slightly as Troy knocked against the frame but smiled as he stepped in, taking the mug and letting it warm her hands as she took a sip. Only to nearly spit it out at the amount she was given.
Really. That was a lot of money. Did teaching university really give him that much money to spend? Wow.
"I'll make sure to have you come over fairly often to cook for you so you're not suffering too many cheap meals. I'll even make you a souffle. Still, at least you don't regret it. That would be even worse." To spend so much money and then regret that decision. So long as he didn't waste away because of it she would be fine. And it gave him a reason to come over to her flat.
The hint to move to the leather couch was received with a smile and the young woman moved to it, pulling her legs under her and to the side as she sat in a corner, getting comfortable.
"It is a very good place to talk. So. These dreams."
The idea still left a bad taste in her mouth because of her worry with John when it came to the dreams, but Troy seemed perfectly fine and had no ill side effects and was thinking of using them for his novel. And listening to him talk about his work and the stories he came up with was always a good distraction and a favourite past time as well.