These people have certainly taken on the best of the great aunts in Gideon's head. She knows they aren't. That's simply one of the places her mind goes with that description. It's simpler than the second idea that itches at her skull.

Gideon sucks her lips in then releases them. "This question probably sounds weird af," she admits, "Are you dating any of them?" Sixties doesn't sound nearly old enough to have the strange relationships everyone on the Mithraeum accepted with hardly a blink of the eye. Though, Gideon has to admit, except for the time spent being dead, her mother had been younger than that.