Rory made a face. "I'm mostly doing private study. And I know that I shouldn't be making faces." She'd caught herself doing it, hilariously enough. "But back home it was always about college, college, college. Career, career, career. And I know that that sounds entitled, but it's more the path that my mom and I always had me on. So to go off that path just... makes me feel weird."
She shrugged, unsure how else to put it. "I was always the girl with the plan. Or," she frowned, "I guess 'woman' now. I grew up without even realizing it and I'm still the same--I'm monopolizing the conversation. I didn't mean to monopolize the conversation." Oh dear, she was working herself up again. She took a breath. "To answer your questions, no to school, but yes to grand plans. I want to create more of a community feeling, maybe even start a local newspaper. Or whatever the Galadorian equivalent is." She cocked her head to one side. "What about you, Sam? Any grand plans? I mean" beyond being devastatingly handsome "beyond the book club?"