[There's an eyebrow raise. What made her a trouble maker? Hmm..]

I suppose in my case it's better to ask 'what defines trouble?' Like I came home one day, and mother had hung pale yellow ribbons all over my room, and replaced my dark purple bedspread with a pale baby pink. Soon as she left, I tore it all down. I liked my spider-web curtains thanks.

[Of course, a moment later brought the return of the impish grin.]

Then again, I also am a regular participant in the Neitherworld holiday of Pranksgiving. I'd say that qualifies me pretty well as a trouble-maker.