"People never ask questions without a reason behind them." In Pansy's experience, people always wanted to know something and more often than not it was for their own benefit.
Sugar with tea. Honestly, he was a child. Pansy pursed her lips for a moment and then raised her eyebrows into her hairline at his next question. Though she usually hid her emotions quite well, this time they were painted across her face while she put the pieces together. Fred was asking her about weddings in a vauge way. That was very annoying. But he wasn't speaking of himself or Helena and that was a relief. If he was curious about her specific preferences then...
All of the colour drained from Pansy's face. "I'm not getting married," she said quietly as though George might overhead from across the small town.