"Oh, don't say that," Cameron says quickly, a bit bashful at her tone of voice. It's a damn good school and he knows it— they chose it for a reason, after all — but it's never been about the name. He appreciates the appreciation, though, in spite of himself (better someone who understands the importance of these things than someone who doesn't care). "So far as we know, no one's stuck here for good, and when you get out of here, Oxford will still be there. It is the oldest university in the English-speaking world, I think it might outstrip a tropical vacation. And you seem very bright." Granted, Oxford takes only the best, but then, he's already been accepted. It would be nice to think he has some idea of what it takes to get in. "In any case, I suspect you were much better at the cello than I've ever been at the piano."