Really, Troy was just lucky that Clara was able to keep up with the thousand miles per minute thing he had a tendency to fall into. Even if in the dreams she was now adjusting to her dad as the Doctor (still weird, it was going to be forever weird she had decided). As such, she was able to follow his train of thought as well as him once he finished with the kissing her forehead for the... she had lost track of that actually. But given the nature of the dream he'd just had, it made sense. It was a good dream.
Was there any place that would still be open? Probably not. Maybe a pub or bar? But none that Clara could think of right away and already it was back to omelettes. Where omelettes as celebratory food came from, who knew. "I'm going to hold you to that best omelette ever promise."
Most likely. He tended to know what he was doing but sometimes well... Troy got distracted and Clara wasn't quite sure what it was he would come up with.
"I don't know what way it is." Because to her it didn't seem like much? She knew how much the Doctor regretted the Time War, what he'd done to put an end to it. Numbers he forgot in time, or just claimed to forget, to move on. The one who regrets and the one who forgets. They'd discussed it and it should have been impossible but it wasn't.