"Sounds good enough. And souffles? Really? Mmm, love a great souffle. And with all of these big family dinners, as well, I may never go hungry again really," In all actuality, Troy had made decent investments, as well as saved up a good deal of money. UCLA paid him extremely well too, so frankly the book wasn't affordable but it didn't break him either. He'd survive, and it was worth it; he'd more than make up for it in a few months salary's time.
Still, as he sat on the couch, he frowned a bit at the mention of the dreams and then shrugged, "Right, yes, I suppose I did agree to discuss them. Right, so, it's a really bizarre sort of dream. In it, I get the sense that it's in my perspective of course, but it's not really. I mean I can see myself, but it's not me at all that is there. Not this face, not my younger face... it's really quite strange. In the beginning I'm a young boy, a face I've never seen before, and I live on a planet called Gallifrey. Very large planet with red, grassy fields and silver leaves on the trees. The mountains are snow-capped, but the sky is a burnt orange, even in the daylight; almost as if a permanent sunrise. It's really quite astonishing..."
He then gave her a look, wondering if she was falling along.