"Yes, yes, you told us what we were, who we were, but that's not the point. Clara. You saw it, you knew what was holding us back, you solved the single greatest war in the history of time itself, because of your brilliance, your amazing, beautiful mind," Troy kissed her forehead again and clapped his hands before moving around her towards the stairs, "Come along, we're celebrating. I'm making you an omelette..."
As he hit the ground floor he blinked, "No, better yet, a night out. What's still open? Hmm, probably nothing... right, so an omelette it is."
Turning to look up at her he gestured for her to follow him, "Come, tell me what you want on it and I'll make it the best you've ever had. And anything else, in some way, I absolutely must repay you in the biggest way that I can find. What is that way? What way do you wish to celebrate?"
It was typical him, going a thousand miles a minute, his mind incapable of focusing as he seemed to just get more and more excited with each passing moment.