Troy just stood in the doorway as she seemed to be fixing up a plate of food. The smell caught him a second later and he blinked, those were fish fingers. Oh yes, fish fingers, he'd never be able to forget that smell. He grinned bright and stood taller as he moved into the kitchen with the plate being offered to him. He stared at it, then looked back to her, then back at the plate before smiling.
Taking said plate he shook his head at the question about a peace offering and set the plate down a moment later, only to move towards his cousin and hug her tightly. He actually, if he were honest, hardly thought of her as his cousin anymore. It was weird, actually, he just saw her as Clara Oswald more and more, the girl who traveled with him. The Impossible Girl.
Taking hold of her head in both of his hands a second later, he kissed her forehead and looked at her, "Clara, you don't need to make me a peace offering, I'm not mad. Everything you said and did, that wasn't you, not entirely. Maybe you meant some of that, but that's for another day. You were still not yourself, I know that."
He kissed her forehead again and then moved back to grab the plate, immediately sitting down at the counter so he could begin eating it, dipping the fish sticks into the custard and sucking the custard off before biting into it, swallowing before talking, "Ooh this is brilliant. I'd marry the girl who could make this as well as you do, Clara."
He then frowned a bit watching her, "Are you feeling better then I take it? Like everyone else?"