Why do *I* always get the blame?

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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.

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*headtilts* My friends are not annoying. They are extremely entertaining and a quite unusual group.

And quite informative as well. Alpine says you wear dresses. I do not see the appeal in clothes designed for the other sex, but apparently Alpine finds humour in this.

Because it always is?

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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!

Yet.

We've got a betting pool going. I've got three solar systems riding on "sometime within the next five years of their linear time."