Dipper Pines sat in the Gravity Falls library, a pen clenched between his teeth as he typed away at a computer. The machine was old and could be frustratingly slow but he liked the quiet of the public building, the hushed voices, whispers and giggles barely registering to the teenager as he scrolled through several websites and made notes on what he believed could be important. He'd been coming here for a few days each week, ever since he learned the name of the woman who had cast the spell on his sister and friends. He enjoyed the research, it reminded him of last summer when he had spent hours making notes and theories on the journal and its author.

He had started by searching for the name Jenna Myles online, but of course that had just taken him to a list of social media accounts and celebrities or fictional characters with similar names. After hours of searching, the only thing he had come across that tingled his suspicions was an article about a girl who had been orphaned at thirteen when her parents had died in a car crash. He had stared at the picture of the dark-haired girl for a long time, comparing her to the picture Soos had attached to the Shack's banned list after they'd watched the security footage.

But a person could change a lot in four years and he couldn't be sure that the girl in the article would grow up to become the teenager that would force Mabel, Wendy and Pacifica out of their bodies. Still, the ages matched and Pacifica did say that the sorceress had mentioned a lack of parents when they were in the diner. A part of him wondered, assuming they were the same person, if she might have even played a part in her parents' deaths. But he put that thought aside. Even if she did seem to have a cavalier attitude towards the lives of others, actually killing someone was something else entirely, let alone your parents and at such a young age.

After that he expanded his search to other sources that referenced selling magic or sorcery but that had only resulted in video games or fantasy story references and the standard phony websites and scams. There could be something out there for all he knew, but cutting through the hoaxes could take years. He then read several books about different personality types and had even spoken to Professor Passuum since she had written a few books on the subject and thought it would be better to speak to a professional about such a matter.

The Professor at first seemed a bit disappointed that he wasn't coming to make any appointments but he stated he didn't think they were necessary yet and she didn't push the topic, only saying she was here if he ever changed his mind and agreed to help him where she could. In shows or movies they would often bring in experts who could deduce key factors about the criminal's identity after only a few minutes. The Professor had been quick to tell him that she was not an expert in criminal psychology and that even if she were, things were rarely that simple when it came to the human mind. In reality, it could take years to understand someone, especially as people changed with every conversation and were often lying to others and themselves about who they really were.

But she had suggested that arrogance would likely be a key factor in locating her, the way the sorceress had boasted to Pacifica of her success and even gave out the information about her parents and the reason for coming to the Falls so freely suggested that she honestly didn't see any danger in doing so. However, the Professor had been quick to add, this arrogance appeared to be justified if this girl could cause so much trouble at her age and she should not be underestimated. Dipper had tried to take this under advisement but at the same time he had reflected back on his own accomplishments at an even younger age and had assured the Professor that he and his family could handle whatever this sorceress would throw at them.

The Professor had given him a funny look before smirking and saying that she was sure they would.

He wasn't quite sure if she had taken him seriously, a slight damper on his sometimes too-easily inflated ego (a common flaw in the Pines family) but her advice had certainly proven useful. He remembered that the sorceress had also boasted to Pacifica that she had her own business and that she wanted people to be aware of her success and if her sense of self-importance was as big as he thought it was then something told him she would want her name attached. Using that suspicion, he returned to the list he made of the websites that stood out from the rest and went straight for the one that resonated with him the most: Jenna's Miscellaneous Magic. What struck him immediately about this website was the way it was designed.

While others were full of promises and boasts about the ingredients or used magical terminology to try and make the items stand out, this one was fairly plain. There were plenty of classic items such as potions that could enhance your strength or speed, perfumes and aftershaves that made you more attractive, jewellery that could give any number of different enchantments, on and on it went. But each item was given a fairly simple explanation and there was nowhere near as much grandstanding as other websites; this resembled a simple catalogue more than anything else and the items even went so far as to warn of the limitations and even side-effects of improper use. For example, the pheromone potions advised they couldn't affect someone's sexuality and the strength potion warned that overuse could result in exhaustion, muscle injuries and other health hazards that sounded similar to steroid use. Overall, this website seemed much more practical than the others, as if the person behind it was obviously confident in their abilities but at the same time too smart not to warn their clients about potential faults in case it came back to bite them.

He read the reviews of most of the items and felt more and more confident that he was on the right track. Most reviews were very positive and many came with stories that explained how and why the customer used them and the success they had received. They weren't all favourable but most complaints were about the prices, others were about time restraints, limitations, etc. and most of these complaints seemed to have been covered in the item's description page anyway so that didn't challenge the quality of the service. There had even been a few replies to these stating that it was blatantly the customer's fault and they should have read the label while complaints about prices were generally ignored. Dipper thought the spells sounded very similar to some of Stan's sarcastic responses to customers.

Dipper rubber his tired eyes and stretched. Glancing at his watch, he scratched his head under his ushanka and logged out before turning off the computer, grudgingly admitting he had done as much research as he could. The library was pretty old and there were only a few newer books but he had found enough for his needs and he still liked to come every now and then, even when there wasn't an immediate threat or mystery that needed research, seeing it as a place of relative calm in the storm of weird and wonderful that was Gravity Falls.

He had spent many hours in the library back in Piedmont, pouring over books and conducting his own research into the supernatural even before his parents had sent their children to the Oregon town and had many fond memories of the times he had found solace in the facts and fictions he found there. He waved at the librarian as he left, earning a smile in return and thought it might be worth suggesting to McGucket that they could use extra funds.

Normally he wouldn't encourage a friend to spend money but the old inventor had often said he literally had more money than he knew what to do with and was always eager to put his money to good use. He'd already given small fortunes to charities that focused on education, poverty, homelessness and other altruistic goals but Dipper thought the old man might also like it if the local library received some of his generosity. After all, the man had even volunteered several times to help the younger children in town at the library, and that was during the years he married wild animals and accused his reflection of stalking him. Dipper didn't think he'd mind giving the library more books or better computers, especially if it helped the younger kids.

The teen decided to wander the town for a bit before returning to the Shack, stretching his legs and giving his mind a little more time to process the information he had gathered on the sorceress. He took out his notebook and glanced at what he had written with a sigh. He seemed to be at a dead end in his research. He knew the name of his new foe, her face, had an idea of her abilities, her source of income and even had a strong theory about a little of her backstory but couldn't think of a way to learn more.

There was an email address on her website with an offer to contact her if there were any special requests and he suspected that was how she had been contacted by the three older women who wanted new lives. He had briefly considered creating a fake email account and sending her a false request through it to see what her response would be and hopefully find out more about her...but that page also had a strict threat that any harassers, trolls, cons, cheapskates or pranksters would be cursed. Considering what she had done to his friends and sister, Dipper really didn't want to risk contacting her in case she used her magic to find out who he really was and did fulfil her threat. His luck was bad enough, he didn't need magic making it worse.

Dipper walked up to the Town Square as he continued to think about the sorceress and his investigation. He paused for a moment when he saw the remains of the Nathaniel Northwest statue. The effigy had been destroyed over a month ago in a battle between Wendy and a time traveling cop-turned criminal. Preston Northwest had tried to convince the town to have the statue restored but the town seemed indifferent now that it was public knowledge Nathanial had been a fraud and the current Northwests didn't have enough spare money to pay for the restoration themselves or bribe enough people to support the idea. In fact, Pacifica had hinted that Preston was having a bit of difficulty with his money, too obsessed with keeping up appearances and purchasing the most outrageously expensive items when he should be focusing on how to manage his much smaller income. Still, at least he wasn't trying to control Pacifica as much as he had in the past and Dipper was pretty confident that even if Preston was having financial difficulty, his daughter would manage.

Dipper watched the statue for a little bit, remembering the battle between the two redheads and briefly wondering where the Irish cyborg was now before he put that thought aside for another time. Right now he should be focusing on the best way to explain to his family and friends that he couldn't find any more information. He shook his head and began the long walk back to the Shack. It had been fun to have an investigation to keep him entertained for a little while. Mabel was busy trying to help Melody and Soos with their wedding plans, Ford was spending lots of time with McGucket in their labs working on things that were beyond the young teen's understanding and Stan and even the normally listless Wendy were spending some time trying to come up with outings and exercises to try and get the younger twins in better shape while they were in town.

Dipper put a hand on his bicep and flexed, not feeling any difference from the start of the summer. He sighed again, his unchanging muscle mass seeming too similar to his attempt to research the sorceress. What would they say when he told them he'd failed to find out anything special? Soos and Melody would be fine with it, probably just shrug and say he did the best he could. Wendy and Stan would probably crack a few jokes and Mabel would no doubt tease him about it so that was something he'd just have to endure. What would Ford think? Hopefully he wouldn't be too disappointed. After all, he was only thirteen, that should give him a little leeway, shouldn't it? He might not be able to hold a torch to the more experienced researcher but he should at least be able to appreciate the effort. Right?

He stuck his hands in his pockets, the negative thoughts swirling in his head before a voice called out to him and brought him back to reality. "Dipper Pines. I've been looking for you."

He turned towards the grinning teenage girl with dark hair, wearing sunglasses, blue jeans and jean jacket over a black t-shirt. It took his imagination a moment to straighten her hair, remove the glasses and switch her clothes to all black. "Jenna Myles!" he cried, pointing an accusing finger at the sorceress. "What are you doing here?"

Jenna stared at the younger teen. "Wait, you know my name?"

"You stay away from my family!" he warned her, ignoring the question. "If you want revenge I'll-!"

"Easy, kid, easy!" she said raising her hands. "I don't want revenge, I hated those old bats, they complained constantly. But they did mention that you were the one who stopped them and said you knew a bit about magic yourself. That's pretty impressive. In fact, I've been looking forward to talking to you about that. Thought it might be fun to swap info."

"Like I'd ever help you," Dipper said. "You almost took my sister away from me! I'm not telling you a thing!"

"Oh, I think I can convince you otherwise," Jenna grinned, leaning forward and waving a hand in front of his face, the teenager blinking in surprise as he caught the scent of her sweet perfume. She watched with amusement as the pheromones did their work, the boy blushing as he saw her in a whole new light.

She had been researching the boy and his family for almost as long as he had been studying her. But her resources were far greater and she had the benefit of magic to scry for information that would normally be unattainable. And what she found had fascinated her. The boy and his sister weren't too exceptional on the surface; twins just short of their fourteenth birthday, dad worked in computers, mother had some government job before she became a stay at home wife and substitute teacher, kids did pretty well in school, the boy especially. They seemed to have gotten in trouble a few times such as when the girl got banned from the petting zoo but nothing too extreme. It looked like they just got carried away sometimes, the sister in particular. The girl seemed to have too much energy and a desperate craving for attention in the sorceress' opinion, maybe ADHD or something similar?

The boy on the other hand was very boring in comparison at first. Looked like he'd been bullied a lot until Middle School but there was nothing immediately noteworthy. She was curious about his nickname and why he seemed to prefer it so much to his real name until she discovered that he had that birthmark on his face. A birthmark in the shape of a constellation, now that was very interesting. Especially in a boy just starting his teens with a twin sister who seemed to be his opposite in so many ways but whom he still shared a close bond with. Stuff like that could mean they were destined for greatness or had untapped magical potential, something she knew a great deal about.

But, between them both, she was surprised to find that the boy eventually interested her the most. It wasn't just his birthmark, it was also his outsider status and intelligence, something she could personally relate to and was a recurring characteristic in people who would grow up to have experience with magic and the supernatural. And he had been the one who realised that her clients were possessing his sister and the other two so that must have meant he had at least some knowledge if he could figure it out so quickly. He had even called on his great-uncle to cancel her spell and send them back to their own bodies.

Which was another interesting thing. Stanley Pines was supposed to be dead. There were newspaper articles about it. And yet the clients claimed they had seen twins. Reading about the man she had at first thought that it must have been some insurance scam or a way to avoid his debts since he had a very checkered past. But then his death date was also very close to the articles she had found mentioning that Stanford Pines had suddenly went form scientist and researcher to criminal and conman, even turning his home and research station into a tourist trap. Then, last summer, Stanford Pines had suddenly sent out a few essays to scientific magazines as if he'd reverted back to being the scientist again as if nothing had happened in all those years. It hadn't taken too long for her to learn that Stanford Pines was born with twelve fingers and toes while his other twin had the standard number.

She had scanned the articles about Stanford Pines in the last thirty years and saw that he only had ten fingers. Something else that was so very interesting. If they were supposed to be identical twins then why did only one have the extra digits? She'd heard of identical twins with different intellects and talents but physically they should have been the same. Twins, opposites in most ways but still had a very strong bond growing up, the more intellectual of the two with a unique physical trait that no doubt resulted in frequent bullying and led to them becoming an outsider. The symmetry was obvious and that raised her suspicions that the Pines family were definitely something special.

But why would Stanford Pines only now try to take back his life? She could understand helping your brother fake his death to avoid criminals and people seeking revenge for the scams, but thirty years was a long time, why let him completely take over your identity and turn a research station that was dedicated to your life's work into some fraudulent shop? Why not just let him live in the basement if you wanted to protect him instead of allowing him to impersonate you and even commit crimes in your name? She was missing something but she had more important things to worry about than the history of the Pines family.

Her clients said the kid had mentioned goblins and gnomes before he summoned his great-uncles to end her spell. The whole family seemed to know a great deal about magic. And magic was her business. If she could speak to one of them then she could learn so much more. She had originally planned to return to the Falls and search for magical creatures and artefacts herself but now she wouldn't have to. Now all she needed to do was find one member of the family and convince them to tell her everything they knew.

Her pheromone perfume was enough to sway almost any man as long as they liked girls so the boys were the better candidates. She had briefly considered going for the scientist brother straight away but changed her mind. If he could so easily dismiss her magic then he probably had wards and spells of his own to cancel most of her potions and spells. Besides, in her scrying she had seen that he was rarely alone, usually accompanied by his brother, an old man or the boy, and she didn't want to risk using the perfume if anyone else was immune to it. The stuff wasn't cheap. Better to try the boy first, he had knowledge but was still too young to have that much experience, especially if he had only been in the town for two summers. Besides, she had scryed him repeatedly and he definitely liked girls.

So, she had finished her business requests, decided to take a few days away from the office and put a selection of potions and containers in the doctor's bag she liked to carry, gathered her laptop, a change of clothes and a few other items and made her way back to the town of Gravity Falls, finding another room at the motel. After a quick breakfast and some more scrying, she had found the boy at the library and, after scrying the rest of his family and the other two girls to make sure she wasn't in danger of coming across them, had set out to find the boy and ask him everything she could think of, spraying her special perfume and putting a couple of other potions in her pocket just in case.

She smiled as the boy looked at her with doting eyes. "Why don't we have a nice little chat?" she suggested happily, leaning forward and fluttering her eyes at him. "We can go somewhere more private to talk about magic?"

"Okay," Dipper said with a nervous swallow. Then a look of confusion spread across his face and he frowned, blinking rapidly.

Jenna's smile dissolved as his blush faded and he rubbed his forehead in frustration. Something was wrong. The kid was resisting. Faster than anyone she'd ever seen. She waved her hand in front of his face again, practically rubbing her wrist against his nose.

Dipper recoiled from her as he struggled against the magic and took a wary step back. "N-no," he said, swaying like a drunk as the perfume tried to weaken his resolve. "Get away from me."

Jenna stared at him as she saw him fight her spell with shocking effectiveness. She'd never experienced anything like this before, even the most resistant of adults would normally be even partially suggestible for at least an hour. Normally, the only way the perfume wouldn't work was if they had found True Love. The kid couldn't have found that at his age, could he? No, if he had then it wouldn't have affected him at all. This kid really was something special. Which would have been good for her if he was under her control. She started to panic as she realised that the magic wouldn't last a minute at this rate and reached into her pocket for her newest potion, the one she was saving as a last resort. But she couldn't have him running to warn the others of her arrival.

She tried to raise the spray to his face but a hand grabbed her wrist. "N-no," Dipper grunted as he pushed her hand away with surprising strength. Jenna gave her own grunt and took the spray away with her other hand and tried to aim with that, only to have the boy grab that wrist too. They struggled for a while, the older teen sweating anxiously as things started to go downhill much faster than she ever thought possible. In desperation she let out a kick that caught the boy between the legs and sent him to his knees, finally giving her the leverage to spray his face.

Dipper let out a cry of pain and clapped his hands over his eyes as both teens gasped, Jenna standing up straighter and looking around. Their scuffle had drawn the attention of the others in the street, a few of them approaching with anger or concern on their faces but she quickly waved her hand at them and they paused with puzzled expressions before turning away from the pair.

Jenna groaned and pulled out her handkerchief, dabbing at her nose as her body felt the effects of casting the memory spell on so many people at once. She checked the handkerchief and was relieved to see that it wasn't red. Then she turned to the teenager who had already caused her so much trouble. "You are a serious pain in my neck, kid. Get up."

Dipper groaned and slowly got to his feet, rubbing his bloodshot eyes as he turned to her, his pupils dilating when they saw her. "Sorry," he told her sincerely pained breaths. "I didn't mean to-"

"Forget it," she said, waving his apologies away. "Tell me, Dipper what would you do for me?"

"Anything," he said as he rubbed his sore eyes and grimaced from the residual pain from her kick to his privates. "I'd do anything for you. Just name it."

Jenna smirked. "Well that's good to hear." She looked around the town, thinking about how exhausted she already was when she hadn't even learned a thing yet. "Okay, first we need to get out of the street. Where's a good place where you can buy me lunch?"

"Well, there's Greasy's Diner-"

"No," Jenna told him firmly. "Not that diner. I don't want Pacifica Northwest, that redhead or your family to know that I'm here. I don't want anyone to know I'm here. Got it?"

"Got it," Dipper said with a nod. "I won't tell anyone about you. Um, there's the Gravity Falls Mall? That's got a few different places and I know Wendy's working this afternoon and I think Pacifica's with my sister so that should be safe."

"Great, lead the way," Jenna commanded. The two teens walked towards the mall, only pausing so that Jenna could order the boy to buy her water and chocolate to regain her energy on the way to her meal. "What made you suspect that your sister and the others weren't themselves?" she asked as she took her first bite.

Dipper shrugged. "There were lots of things. They had different expressions and carried themselves differently. Wendy didn't have that twinkle in her eye and didn't have an axe. Pacifica was way more awkward and nervous. Mabel was the most obvious and not just because I know her better than anyone. She was distant and mean and asked odd questions. She was also very rude."

"You're telling me," Jenna muttered. "So how did you know it was possible for someone else to be in their bodies?"

"I've dealt with body swaps before," Dipper answered. "My sister and I spent hours in each other's body thanks to a mind-swapping carpet. Then a bunch of other people came in and we all ended up swapping with each other. I liked Grenda's the best, the muscles were nice. There was also one night where I was forced out of my body by a dream-demon who abused it for fun. That was horrible," he added quietly.

"Um, okay," Jenna said, surprised that he had seen that much already. "You've got experience with magic. What about your great-uncles, what's their story?"

"Well, when they were growing up in Jersey they were best friends despite being so different, just like the way Mabel and I are. They wanted to grow up and go on great adventures together but that all fell apart when Grunkle Ford was going to get accepted into this prestigious college. Grunkle Stan was worried that his best friend would end up leaving him behind and one night he accidentally-"

"Ugh, it's one of those stories!" Jenna rolled her eyes. "Just give me the bullet points. Why did one fake his death and pretend to be the other for thirty years? And why the hell do you call them your Grunkles?"

"It's short for great-uncle," Dipper answered as he thought of the best way to simplify the story of the older twins. "Stan asked us to use it since it's quicker and time is money. At first I thought it was a bit childish but Stan was insistent and now it's grown on me. Um, for their story, they had a falling out but then Ford asked for his help. They had a fight and Ford spent thirty years hopping between dimensions. Stan took over his identity to avoid people coming after him and make the money he needed to continue his search for his brother. Last year he finally succeeded and Stan went back to using his old identity after Weirdmageddon."

"What the hell is - you know what? Forget it. Something tells me we might be here a while if I question everything." Jenna thought about what the boy had revealed about his great-uncles as they walked. She was still thinking when they finally reached the mall. The brief backstory explained a lot. The six-fingered twin, Ford, he must have stumbled across magic in his research or sought it out, cast the wrong spell and was banished to one of the magical dimensions. Then the other twin, Stanley, had to take up magic to get him back. The kid had mentioned a dream demon, if they knew about demons then maybe he made a deal of some kind? Irrelevant, she didn't care about the family beyond what they could do for her. If they stayed out of her way then she'd stay out of theirs.

She glanced at the boy as they walked to the food court. Well, she'd stay out of their way after she was done. She sat at one of the tables and commanded him to buy her lunch as she pulled out a small notepad and a fluffy pink pen. She looked over the series of questions she had prepared to ask him. Some he had already answered so she jotted down some quick notes, the others she would have him answer while she ate. Even if he had been able to resist her new and improved pheromone perfume, she knew her latest potion was too powerful for him to fight and should be enough to keep him under her control for at least a day.

It was something specifically tailored to use against the scientist if she had to, designed to break through other protective enchantments and strong wills to enthral even the most experienced of magic users just in case the perfume hadn't been enough. Clearly it was a very wise decision to bring it but she still couldn't get over that she needed it for the boy. She couldn't detect any special wards or magic charms of protection on him. Maybe that birthmark really did mark him as something special? Was he an apprentice to his great-uncle and had been taught mental resistance or something? And if that were the case, what would the scientist's be like?

She scratched her head as she realised that this mission would clearly be much trickier than she had thought. The boy returned carrying a try of the food she had told him to buy, pushing it to her and having none for himself. "Okay, kid," she said as she bit into a burger, taking her pen and hovering it over the paper. "I want you to name every magical creature you know of in the area, got it?"

Dipper nodded as he thought of them all. "Um, let's see. There's the gnomes. Goblins. Gremlins. Um, the Multi-Bear and the Manotaurs, zombies, fairies, the eye-bats are magic, I guess, uh, the Lilliputtians, ghosts of all categories, kill billies." He frowned as he struggled to recall them all, there were so many. But Jenna had asked him and he couldn't fail her. "Gremloblins, soothsquitos, the Moth Man, scampfires, the Summerween Trickster was magical and I think the griffin is still flying around? Um, I've heard rumours of dragons but never actually seen one. Uh, let me think...there was an arachnimorph one time but she was outside the valley, uh, the cursed doors that Ford doesn't like. There was a merman once but I don't know if there are any more in the area and - are you okay?" Dipper paused as Jenna stared at him, the pen dropping from her fingers.

Jenna licked her lips and gave a short, almost hysterical laugh. Then she pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes as she laughed to herself, the boy's concern growing. "Griffins and gnomes and fairies, oh my!" she giggled. When she removed her hands and grinned at him Dipper recognised the look as the same one that Stan got sometimes, the one Mabel referred to as Dollar-sign eyes. "Oh, kid," she breathed. "You have no idea how happy you've just made me."

"Glad I could be of service," Dipper said with a quiet nod.

Jenna grinned and scribbled more notes down as she considered everything the boy had said to her. So many magical creatures! She thought that most of them were extinct and there were others she didn't even recognise. So many ingredients for potions that she thought she'd never be able to make! She was going to make a fortune! She took a deep breath as she suddenly remembered that this valley was not without its protectors. She shot the boy a look, suspecting his great-uncle was one of those do-gooder types who would try and stop her if he knew what she was doing, especially after she'd brain-washed his great-nephew to such an extreme. She'd have to be careful and not underestimate this family again.

She cleared her throat and edged closer to the boy. "So, Dipper," she said slowly. "I think I might need your help. I want to gather as much information as I can on these magical creatures. All of them. Maybe even find a few so I can conduct my own experiments. But I don't want your great-uncles disrupting my plans the way they did before. Do you think you can help me?"

Dipper looked her in the eyes and nodded, his own still slightly bloodshot from when she had sprayed them. "Yeah, I think I can help with that. Grunkle Ford made a whole bunch of notes on them outside his journals. I can go to the Shack and bring them to you."

"That would be great," Jenna agreed pleasantly. "Then you can take me to meet some of these creatures you mentioned. You could tell your, er, Grunkles that you're doing research on your own. Do you think they'd accept that and not ask too many questions?"

"Yeah, I think they'd buy that," Dipper agreed. "But Mabel would want to spend time with me and try to join me. She'd get worried if I refused and it would make the others suspicious, especially after what you did."

"Damn," Jenna grunted as she thought about that. Of course they would be on the alert for strange behaviour after the possession fiasco. And she couldn't exactly stop the kid from acting unnatural when he was under her control. How to explain his strange behaviour? She snapped her fingers as she had a lightbulb moment. "Say, Dipper? Do you have a girlfriend or a girl you like?"

"No girlfriend. And there is a girl I like. But she doesn't feel the same," he mumbled quietly.

"Uh huh, and does she or anybody else know you feel this way about her?"

"Everybody knows how I feel," he sighed. "My sister teases me sometimes, keeps saying that I should move on and-"

"Yeah, I don't care," Jenna told him. "Listen, just answer my questions from now on, don't bother me with your life story, alright?"

"Alright," Dipper said quietly.

"Great! Now, your sister wants you to move on, right? Well, whenever you're doing something for me or going to meet me just say that I'm this great and beautiful girl who's new to town and interested in the supernatural and that you're interested in me. Just tell them I'm your new crush and you want to impress me on your own. That I'm shy and don't like too many new faces or boisterous people so you'll introduce me when I'm ready. That should be enough to explain any odd behaviour."

"Okay," Dipper nodded.

"Excellent. Now, I'll need a fake name in case they ask. Refer to me as Jennifer when they're around. I like that name and it's similar enough to my own. Jennifer..." she looked around the food court, trying to find inspiration. "Spoon," she decided finally, her eyes landing on a plastic utensil and deciding it would do as well as anything else. "Jennifer Spoon. Got it?"

"Jennifer Spoon," Dipper repeated loyally.

"Great," Jenna said with a smile and a nod as she sipped her drink. "Now be a good boy and write down all those wonderful magical creatures you know about. Then we can discuss that great-uncle of yours a bit more and I can figure out what else you can do for me. You've given Jennifer Spoon a lot to think about," she added with a wink as the boy reached for the pen and paper.

"Happy to help," Dipper said as he did as he was told.

"That's my good little turncoat," Jenna said, patting his head affectionately.

"Turncoat," Dipper repeated with a frown. His gut twisted a little bit when Jenna had used the word. But she seemed happy when she said it so it couldn't be too bad. "I guess I am," he agreed with a shrug as he continued writing.