Why do *I* always get the blame?

One of my sisters has taken up housekeeping with a mortal. Okay, in this case "house" refers to helping him build a sizable empire and protect it from the Borg, but same thing.

Why is this my fault?

Everyone says I'm a terrible example for her. What? I haven't taken up living with any mortals and pretending to be their consorts!

In the old days we wouldn't have allowed a stunt like this, but then, the freedom to shack up with a mortal is the kind of thing we fought a war for the right to do. So I'm not going to tell her no. That, however, does not make it my fault.

In other news, the party went well, although a certain android who shall remain nameless was determined to have a terrible time because he's totally infatuated with some annoying people I didn't invite. Now I'm kicking myself. Forget Robin Hood, I should have thrown a surprise party ages ago. I'll have to do this again sometime. Although I'll choose a date at random next time because otherwise it would hardly be much of a surprise.