…The fox in question will be made the head of the library foundation this Friday, with an intention for him to later develop the educational strategy for the next two years. An inspiring story of rags to riches.

And in other, other news, the first ever Gravity Falls gaming tournament will be taking place next week, in a shock change of schedule from the traditional marathon line dancing routine, after it was officially declared – by public health mandate - that nobody line dances anymore.

Dan Corduroy, line dancing champion for seventeen years straight, has declined to comment.

The first ever tournament shall focus upon the popular game, Bloodcraft: Overdeath. Which is apparently a game, played upon a plastic disc called a Dee-Vee-Dee. You heard it here first, folks. Prize money will be over-

Clck.

"Boring." Dipper rolled his eyes as he flicked through the channels at about twenty per second.

Dipper and Mabel sat crossed legged with bowls of cereal on the shack's living room carpet, Pitt cola perched upon the Tyrannosaur skull that acted as a defacto coffee table.

Mabel was already getting somewhat excited. Partially due to the gummi koalas that had joined her marshmallow laden cereal.

"Dip, wait! You play Bloodcraft!"

"Eh. Sort of. I couldn't do it in a tournament." Dipper replied. "Besides, I only have the base game, not the Overdeath expansion pack. I mean, I could buy the Underdeath DLC but it's like-"

"I'm not listening anymore." Mabel interrupted, before looking up at the ceiling. "I wonder how many people in town actually play games?"

"Could be anyone, Mabel. There's no such thing as a gamer stereotype."

"…Except Thompson."

"Yeah, except Thompson."

The two chuckled and went back to their sugary cereal, watching whatever z-grade codswallop was being shown on local cable.

"Paz not awake yet?" Dipper murmured.

"Na. You and her must have had a busaaaay night, huh?" His sister replied, nudging him in the ribs.

"Mabel, you both sleep in the same room."

"And you have magic books that could help you teleport!" Mabel gasped, pointing dramatically at her brother. "You're blushing, bro bro!"

"Of course I'm blushing!" Dipper snapped, before flipping Mabel's hair over her head. "She's my girlfriend!"

"You ever think how weird that is?" Mabel finally said after struggling to get her hair away from her face. "Like, Pacifica Northwest? Your girlfriend? I mean, that's still weird isn't it?"

"About the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. And I've spent a day as a sock puppet."

Mabel nodded sympathetically. "And, well, she isn't Wendy."

"Is that so weird?" Dipper chuckled, nervously rubbing his arm. "I mean, it's water under the bridge, right?"

"You tell me." Mabel's eyes narrowed as she put on her finest impersonation of a harsh gaze. It wasn't particularly successful. It would be fair to say that Mabel wasn't particularly fierce.

"And me." Pacifica smirked, as she walked into the living room – already fully dressed, made up and looking about as perfectly preened as ever. Dipper momentarily caught himself staring.

"Aw, c'mon." Dipper squirmed. "You both know it is. Why would I have crushes when I have you, Paz?"

Pacifica smirked and gave her signature tap on Dipper's nose. "Correct answer. But it's Pacifica."

Dipper just rubbed the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

It was weird, being a trio – but each of them felt pretty comfortable. Pacifica was just a kid like them, at heart – a fashionable, well dressed and confident kid, with a job and designer boots, but a kid all the same – and the three of them had gained quite a routine of pillow fights, games and mini golf since she had joined them.

She was every bit as headstrong and determined – even if she did take charge every so often. Maybe a little too much.

Loneliness and boredom was definitely a thing of the past, and, for Mabel, it was only made better by the fact someone else could join her in making light-hearted fun of her brother. And this time it was his girlfriend. Someone who had authority over him.

The twins never even considered bringing up the tournament to Pacifica. Why bother? Gaming is definitely not a Pacifica thing.