Oh, I'm not causing trouble, but if mom finds out you might get in trouble.
I just so happened to be walking down the halls, as you do, and may have been passing by an office and might have heard a bit of worrying to unknown parties. Something along the lines of worry a particular someone only wanting a Professor as a placeholder. You know, until something- someone- better comes along. Prettier, more confident, more available. Since, you know, little brother has eloped and little sister is pregnant and living with her boy toy. Some fretting there will never be a wedding- or babies- or you know, dragging your heels and not putting a ring on it.
But that's just rumors.
I'm sure that's what every woman wants, you know- being the oldest and getting stuck having to choose between a career or a man while all her siblings and cousins have babies and weddings. Well, not counting uncle Cooper. But we all know he's married to his food.
I mean, come on, Atkin. At the rate you're going the three of us will be hooking up before you do.
Or, you know.... I could pass my gossip on to Aunt Ember. I'm sure she would love to hear all about it.