Impending egg visit

All previously listed sources of ambiguity continue, and I'm also home sick with a cold today (sorry, team). But it's all taking a back burner to Birdie's impending visit.

For newcomers to my story, Birdie is my biological daughter: the result of my donating eggs to gay friends in my early 20s. She's sixteen now and staying with me for a week -- her spring break -- to go on college tours in the Boston area. And while I've met her several times before, including when she was 14, this feels different. This is clearly going to be the visit where she's mature enough to interact as a near-adult, and be curious about where her genetic heritage came from.

I've been thinking a week like this should happen ever since about 2001, and now that it's upon me I'm nervous. A week is kind of a long time and I haven't spent much time around teenage girls since I was one. So... any advice from the peanut gallery?

I've got a list of groceries to buy, lots of emergency contact info, and an agenda with details about college tours and fun stuff to do together. I've talked over rules with her parents. I've hidden the bong, but moved Nina Hartley's Guide to Total Sex to a bookshelf in the guest bedroom where she'll probably find it, because I remember being 16.

I'm planning to tell her that I'm poly and introduce her to Norwood at dinner on Sunday (she'll also likely meet Lion, but in a party context before I have that particular talk). Hope she's less judgey than her parents!