[College is something she's thoroughly planned for. She knows which schools she wants to apply to, what programs she wants to join, etc. etc. The idea of moving out of Recolle is a little strange but... isn't that part of growing up? If she preoccupies herself with the idea of preparing for a career versus moving away from her family, it won't feel too bittersweet.]

Are you worried about the future, Dave?

[She sips her chocolate.]

Rest assured, I'll still stalk you to your college of choice to knock upon your windows at obscene hours of the night.