"Stay in the water!" She shouted at Dipper who had freshly fallen into the lake, a creature was lurking around them and he was probably better off not on land. She however was needed at a gala this evening and jumping into the water would lead to another tabloid headline her parents would punish her for. She gripped her axe as Dipper began to protest.

"Paz don't be crazy! We shouldn't split up! I can't cast any spells from the middle of the lake!" He was treading water with his arms, meaning no magic support for her. She rolled her eyes at the boy.

"I'm at the end of the dock, the one I just pushed you off of, for a reason Dip. Now he has no choice but to come straight at me! I plan on getting this over with!" She huffed at him from over her shoulder. It wasn't the worst strategy she had ever made. These particular spirits couldn't pass over water, meaning there was one direct path if they wanted to steal her 'life force' as Dipper had quoted it, and that direct path had her axe right in between them. Pushing Dipper into the water was improvised, partially because he was bothering her and partially because he would be safer where they couldn't get him. Best part was there was a lack of ladder to the high dock, so he couldn't get back up until she had time to help him up.

The spirits pushed forward, deciding to take Pacifica's gamble, and as they charged towards her, her axe shone bright. It was an old weapon and having been connected to her for so long as the one that nearly took her life at 12 years old, it chopped through ghosts of all sorts. Like a knife cutting butter.

There were two of the spirits, both cloaked in black and creeping with a fog as they moved towards her. Within her range, she chopped one in half top to bottom and swung laterally at the other. It caught her blade and she had to jump back, dislodging the axe out of the creature and giving her room away from its creepy claws.

"Ugh!" she shouted frustrated, they seemed to be in some sort of stare off until Dipper started saying something from the water. It nearly lost her concentration, but she got another shot at the spirit as it lunged for her and this time finished it off. Cutting the ghost all the way through into halves was the best way to banish it from this realm. Dipper normally took the long route of trapping and purifying them, but Pacifica was the best ghost hunter in town, so he would bring her along for the more dangerous spirits.

"Okay youre in the clear Pacifica, pull me up to the dock!" Dipper tried not to seem to proud in his tone. Watching Pacifica fight ghosts was always the best part of any day, she was skillful in wielding her axe and moved with finesse.

"Can't you swim to shore? I have to like run to this Gala now, my make-up isn't going to get done and my mom is going to be livid!"

"Pacifica, I swear to god if you don't pull me out of the water just so you can go get your make up done, I will tell Mabel about us ditching her on ghost hunting trips."

"You won't tell Mabel anything! Shell be as angry at you as she will be at me!"

"Yeah but she'll get over it with me 'cause she has to live with me! You'll be excluded from sleepovers for this! She'll treat it as a top criminal offense!"

"Ugh, fine. Just don't tell her, I'll get you out." Pacifica set down her axe and lowered onto her knees to lean towards the water and grabbed on Dippers forearm. She tried not to think about the lean muscle she was feeling under her palm as she tugged him upwards. Unfortunately for her, Dipper planned on getting revenge and didn't mind the idea of swimming to shore. He pulled her into the water.

"Ack!" was all that came out of her mouth as she spiraled forward into the water and directly into Dipper. They were both forced down as she splashed into the lake, and the moment her face was out of the water a screaming stream of curses hit Dippers ears. Water and limbs rushed at him as she became violent and began kicking and punching near him. Dipper couldn't be bothered through his laughing, amused at her short fuse and content in the decision that would have her over at the mystery shack and away from her parents a little longer.

Pacifica's temper subsided as she glared at Dipper laughing, she was already late for the Gala, she might as well be really late. It was exhausting knowing the storm her mother and father would send her way but the water did feel nice after a day running around the woods chasing and being chased by spirits.

"Sorry Paz, it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Don't push me in the water next time, I want to help out with this kind of stuff." She started swimming away, but not to the shore. She was going towards the middle of the lake.

"Dipper you get in the way, you needed to be pushed in the water." She called out over her shoulder, turning to see he was swimming after her. The grin on his face was too big for her to handle, she quickly turned back around to keep swimming breaststrokes. She could feel herself blushing again and that was not something he had to see or know about.

"Don't be so dramatic! I swear youre just lucky I enchanted my journal to be water proof!" Dipper called after her, he had almost caught up when she abruptly seemed to start swimming faster away from him. Said journal was in his large internal vest pocket, magically sealed away from the water that he was submerged in. He swam faster to catch up with her.

"You're the dramatic one! You wouldn't shut up about that enchantment for weeks, I knew your precious journal wouldn't be harmed!" She splashed at him, he had gotten closer and she stopped swimming to tread water once she realized he would keep chasing her around the lake. He began treading water next to her.

"Weren't you avoiding the water a few minutes ago so you could get to a shindig?"

"Yeah but I'm obviously already late so I might as well be really late. I might not go at all since my mom's wrath will probably be the same for both felony offenses."

"Well if you have a free evening after all, I think its movie night at the shack tonight. I bet Grunkle Stan would let you in without charge since you helped chase away the ghost."

"Ha! As if Stan would ever let me walk into the Mystery shack without spending my parents money! It's fine honestly. And I don't know, I'm avoiding the Gala to avoid people, why would I go to another group outing?"

"Well then you could just, I dunno, hang out in my room while I work on editing this section of the journal."

"Hmm, don't sound so desperate for my company Dipper."

"Fine! Maybe you're not invited after all!"

"Well then I might as well invite myself! I have to hide from my mom and suddenly your gross room seems like the last place she would look."

"You can't invite yourself if I invited you in the first place!"

"You rescinded that invitation! I'm crashing my way into your room and there is nothing you can do about it!"

He gave her an incredulous look, but instead of answering he just began swimming to the dock once more. She followed after him with a victorious grin.

Getting to the dock that she had pushed him off and he had pulled her from, he hoisted her up above the water onto the ledge. She swung her body up and over, and reached for Dipper, who now was playing no games and allowed her to help him up onto the dock.

The two sat there soaking wet for a moment. She looked him up and down as he took off his hat and shook out the water in his hair, then checked to make sure the journal was indeed protected. With a brief flush at her actions she turned away and began wringing the water out of her own hair. The sweater she was wearing, a Mabel Original, was thick and had absorbed a lot of the lake. She took it off, left in a simple tank top, and began wringing that out as well. She tried to pretend she didn't feel the eyes of Dipper scanning over the suddenly feminine figure in front of him. When she did look over at him, she felt a swell in pride as the boy was entranced by her, looks weren't everything to her anymore but she loved it when her looks got her blushes like the one across Dipper's cheeks and ears.

He looked away abashed at being caught viewing Pacifica's curved frame and removed his vest to wring the water out. Deciding not to look back at her as she twisted the ends of her skirt, trying to be as respectful as his traitorous teenage body could be, he focused on getting drier. He took off his orange tee and tried to remove as much water as he could. His cargo shorts could've used taking off to get the water out, but he made the executive decision not too in the presence in Pacifica's company. Not that she would say anything, just that he didn't want the stress of knowing that she had seen him in boxers.

He placed the slightly less soaked shirt back on his torso and saw Pacifica grab her axe before standing up. Normally there would be banter between them during these awkward situations, but Pacifica seemed to have her thoughts a million miles away. Dipper stood up alongside her and gathered up the vest and hat he had shed to the sides of him. He offered her a small smile, which she returned. Her sweater had stayed off and Dipper tried to act as normal as he could about having seen her nearly uncovered figure.

"Well, its not a long trek to the truck but we should get going since the sun is setting."

"Ready to go when you are Dipper." She said this but immediately she began walking off without him. Typical Pacifica, she was ready to go and though she said she was waiting on him she was already pressing forward.

The only upside to their power dynamic for Dipper was that having been driven around her whole life, she had no sense of direction and needed him to navigate the woods. He caught up with her fast enough, always seeming to be chasing after her on adventure days like this, be it swimming or hiking. He led them to the old orange and white Pick-em-up Truck and made a point to open her door for her. He didn't know if she loved or hated the action, but he did it every time and she never said anything about it. Once in the seat, she felt like washed up rag doll on the old leather seat, and finally sitting after running and swimming and hiking she felt her muscles relax with no pressure to fight for survival. Her Axe was placed between her legs and she still held onto its hilt. The wet sweater was abandoned on the floor of the immaculately kept car.

She remembered fondly how Dipper freaked out inheriting the nasty old car, spending a week cleaning its interior and working under the hood. He even installed new seatbelts by himself to make sure it was up to his safety standard.

He got in and put his wet clothing on top of hers on the floor of the car, his hat abandoned, and she could see his birthmark slightly peering out under his wild hair. She reached over to him. He was putting the keys in the ignition when he felt her hands brushing his hair to the side of his forehead. He gave her an eyebrow raise but as soon as she was done she pulled away and sat back in her seat, looking at the forest in front of them.

He gave a small 'ahem' cough and put the car in drive. Sometimes it was better not to question Pacifica's actions. Plus, he didn't want to call out the action as being nice and have her never do it again, because it was nice, and she was defensive about anything nice she did for others even still.

The drive was nice, the sound of Babba's best hits playing softly through the speakers, the windows down. It was probably going to rain soon, the air felt colder as it breezed through the cabin of the car and a fog was present on the dark roads. The bright headlights seemed to be the only thing alive in the dark and magical woods. There were relatively no bumps in the road and a small sound of humming came from Dippers left as Pacifica enjoyed the trip to the Mystery Shack.

When they arrived a large sewn together screen was tied between the trees as an old film noir played on it in front of the towns folk of Gravity falls. They parked and made their way around the masses on the lawn in front of the screen. Dipper gave a small wave to his Grunkle Stan, who was counting money, and Grunkle Ford, who seemed to be counting a more magical currency, no doubt from the gnomes who loved film night. They looked up at the damp looking boy and girl, and traded their similar grin with each other. Dipper marched forward, not looking for any judgement from the old men who both insisted the Dipper and Pacifica were 'an Item'. Pacifica gave them a wave, and then a glare, which seemed to make the old men grin more.

They moved through the kitchen and the living room with a casual ease, knowing that Mabel was out watching the film with her friends and wouldn't be starting any antics for a little while. Pacifica loved Mabel as a sister now, but the girl had too much energy for Pacifica to keep up with after a long day.

"You should go into Mabel's and borrow some Pajamas, I'm going to get changed out of this lake water."

"Yeah okay, I'll meet you in the kitchen after and you can make hot cocoa for us."

"Ha, sure your highness."

And they split away, Pacifica walking up and into Mabel's room and Dipper down the hall and into his own room. Having been a regular to Mabel's sleepovers for 5 consecutive summers, she knew where the girl kept just about everything, and though the pattern seemed random it made sense to the blonde now and found the pajamas below her bed in a storage container and not in the dresser that she had stuffed to the brim with sweaters. Pacifica was slow to change, her body tired but she was thrilled to be out of the clingy purple fabric. Mabel had odd pairs of pajamas, and was much shorter than her, so her long pants became capris on Pacifica and there was no matching shirt. Pacifica walked out of the room in blue kitten covered pants and a pink dog covered top, it didn't matter much to her and the lack of bland color made her happy. Her mother would never approve.

She collected her clothes and dropped them in the washing machine in the hallway, Dippers clothes were already in at the bottom, so she gingerly poured the soap and started the washer. It had taken a few tries for her to learn how it was done way back in the day, and she still felt reserved when she did it now. She never got the chance to wash clothes aside from her time at the mystery shack.

Dipper was already in the kitchen and stirring milk on the stove, sugar and cocoa powder and vanilla on the counter beside him.

"Your sister should really invest in a central theme for her pajamas, they never match."

"That is her theme, they never match on purpose. I think because she puts a lot of time into her outfit during the day its easier for her to be chaotic at night."

"That makes fair enough sense. Thanks for making cocoa." He had just handed her the warm heaven filled mug and set his own to the space on her right.

"No worries, thanks for getting rid of the spirits. They were a huge hassle but you're much better at dealing with them than me." He took his seat and took a sip from his mug.

"Damn straight I am. I guess I should thank you for helping me hide from my mother, I'm sure she has sent someone to the movie showing to look for me." It was definitely a way Pacifica had been caught in the past. Her mother and father had people all over the town willing to snitch on Pacifica.

"You still can't tell her how much you hate those things?"

"Oh I tell her, she just expects that I still go. I need to be the prize of every event according to her."

"Well, youre more than welcome to stay here during those nights this summer. Its just now May so you have a couple months of reprieve before Mabel and I are back in California." He went to drinking from his mug once more, bitter about the fact that every summer he went back to his parent's house after the magic of summer in Gravity Falls.

"Ugh don't talk about that, it reminds me I have a deadline." Pacifica wasn't sure why she was bringing it up to Dipper. She had told Mabel all about it because she was inviting her to try her luck, but not Dipper because she wasn't sure what ideas it would give him.

"What deadline?" Dipper was perplexed by the sudden shift in conversation but rolling with it to find out more about the elusive life of Pacifica Northwest.

"I have a big Debut thing at the end of August that I have to do, something my mom wants me to do to find, and I'll quote her on this, 'a suitable suitor'. What a load of Bull." She was rolling her eyes and her tired state led the conversation to be a bit more dramatic than she normally would make it.

"Oh! That's- super weird and really gross." Dipper was feeling queasy about this. Not that he had a crush on her, no, no it definitely couldn't be that he thought. It was because she was his friend and a strong independent woman who constantly reminded him of that fact. She had just chopped two deadly phantoms in half earlier today.

"Yeah but it'll be fine, I put on my invitations that my hobbies included ghost hunting and seances, I'm pretty sure that'll scare off most of them." Pacifica gave a crafty grin.

"I dunno Paz, those are pretty redeeming qualities, you might snag a rich boy who wants to call his grandmothers ghost and demand her coin purse and pearls." It was a joke and he spoke it lightly but a creeping feeling on his neck was worried his words might be true.

"Ha. Ha. With my luck, some one actually would come along, and my mother would be thrilled." She gave a fake laugh at first, but she spoke jovially.

"No way in hell would you let that happen. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?" He had finished his hot cocoa and stood to take the empty mug to the sink, he grabbed Pacifica's empty mug as well and she got up from her barstool. As soon as he was finished she followed him as they walked down the hallway to his room.

"Well I was thinking, it might be hilarious to show up to my Debut with a date on my arm. Some one that my mother would hate, my father would hate more, and that would keep the creepy suitor boys from proposing to me." She spoke with an almost sing-song tune to her voice, musing on the idea of being bold with the boy.

"That definitely seems like a hell of a plan…" Dipper was not confident as he said this, and his palms grew sweaty.

"Yep it sure is, I'll let you know when its coming up and we can get you a suit." She was being bold after all, sometimes she even surprised herself.

"OH! UM! That would make sense! I really hate your parents… so it might be fun to bother them but… uh- are you sure you want me to go? As um- your date?" He began wondering if your esophagus could sweat, an awkward feeling went from head to toe as he felt sweaty all over. This was a new area of conversation with the blonde that he had never entered. Maybe this is why she was so silent earlier in the car?

They entered his room and he sat himself in his desk chair, she sat comfortably on his bed, a spot she had claimed several times before. It was another point of rebellion, if only her parents knew how much time she spent sitting on the mattress of a boy her own age every summer. Pacifica still wasn't a wild child, its not like she was doing anything particularly scandalous, but it was enough that her mothers head would explode were she to gain this knowledge. The air was calm and the film being played outside could be vaguely heard through his walls, she was tired and filled with hot chocolate, sitting on his bed was the best option in addition to being the most scandalous one.

"Youre the perfect candidate for a partner in crime, and I know you won't be creepy with me so it's a win-win. You get free food and a new suit, I get to piss of my parents and avoid stupid rich boys." She had justified it really well, just excluding from speaking the fact that she actually really wanted to take Dipper on a date. In the same way she decided where to sit, she chose Dipper. It was the most comfortable and would cause the most uproar. She gave a small hum at his flabbergasted state. Maybe her boldness was foolish after all… She made a decision to back track and move the conversation away.

"Look we can talk it over later. What're you updating on the spirits page? I didn't see anything interesting in the two that I chopped down." That pulled Dipper right back to center stage, amazing how well he responded to ghosts and not at all well to teenage girls.

"Oh yeah! He caught your axe blade when you were fighting the second of them, meaning that they can touch it as much as it can touch them… Its making me think that there are items in the future they might be able to use against us or interact with."

"You're right! It kind of threw me off guard but I am so used to fighting other things that grab my axe I didn't stop to give it a second look…" She drawled on, watching the boy scribble madly into his little blue book. The time spent on reflection with Dipper was always interesting, the boy had such a keen eye.

Pacifica sat on his bed with her legs spread out, her back against the wall, and her hands seemingly occupied by the charging phone in her hand. She stared straight at him as he worked, and he felt every inch of her gaze. She was gorgeous at the end of a long day, and all the mention of dates earlier had him on pins, wondering if he would completely bend to her will if she asked him. So instead of focusing on the beautiful blonde, he began writing and recounting. Occasionally looking up at her, occasionally reading aloud his words so she could correct him, and occasionally writing something about her instead of the ghost itself. Once it was proof read, he set about gathering the ingredients to make it glow in the dark only to his eyes and those who held blood in the book (which included his family and, you guessed it, Pacifica) which he organized with a few finger pricks. To a stranger, it would seem like an empty book, with crisp edges and no ink spilt in the slightest.

She watched him gather a few things, he was much more organized than his twin, it was truly astounding. He moved seamlessly across the shelves and containers, gathering the horse hair and the mushrooms and the silly putty and the jellyfish preserves. It was an odd combo but it worked more often than not for the young warlock. Watching Dipper cast spells was a terrifying thing, but so exhilarating and beautiful in the same hand. She stayed on the bed and watched him at the other side of the room, going through the routine spell as always. A faint green magic began to appear, and his words became sewn into the page, bound by light and secrecy.

Dipper was satisfied with his work, setting the novel open on his desk to allow it to dry and turning to Pacifica on his bed. He made no motion that she should move, but instead he lied down on the unoccupied part of the bed. She sat across the horizontal of the bed, making his lateral choice to sleep in his bed like most people would, uncomfortable on her legs which his rested atop of. With a noise of discontent, she removed her legs and shifted her body to fit the bed and lay down next to the tired boy. They laid next to each other, not touching, not looking and not speaking for some time. It was a comfortable silence, much like she described everything with Dipper to be.

But having brought up her dilemma earlier, and still feeling bold in the presence of the boy, She moved once more to be laying on her side. She threw an arm across his chest and pulled herself nearer to him. The silence was lightly disturbed but not gone from comfort in its entirety. He hesitantly reached up and held the hand on his torso, resting his palm atop hers and pulling it further into his body. Her head moved to the crick of his neck, the soft blonde hair brushing up on him and giving pleasant tingling sensations as she moved. He gave a sort of content hum, and began to close his eyes. Pacifica felt her own fall downward and begin to rest.

He wasn't sure if they actually stayed like that for long because all too soon he had Mabel knocking and screaming at his door about the laundry needing changing over and how cinematically powerful the film had been out on the big screen. He looked down and immediately met the eyes of a tired and cranky looking Pacifica. But before he could move to go do the bidding of his sister, Pacifica got up and went towards the door and then opening it.

"OH! Paz! Are you two having a… SPECIAL Sleepover? I didn't know you were here Pacici!"

"Don't kid yourself Mabel, I'm just waiting out the laundry and then going home. I couldn't go back smelling like lake water."

"Oh well I think you'd better change everything to the dryer soon then, you shouldn't travel so late at night! The vampire around here seems nice at first, but he is a total loser and will try to get your number." She followed as Pacifica moved out of the room and into the hall to the laundry closet. Mabel wouldn't stop grinning and it was giving her the loudest sensation of headache. She quickly turned the wet clothes into the drying machine and tried to walk back to Dippers domain.

"Are you sure you don't want girl time? I could tell you all about the film tonight and who all showed up! I know you love some small-town gossip!" Mabel grabbed her forearm and pulled her closer to the machine making a now heinous racket, no doubt covering their voices to eavesdroppers.

"Um, I might actually be having a special sleepover with Dipper- No! Stop! Not like that! We just- I just need to talk to him some more before I leave." She tried not to look at Mabel, who was radiating the brightness of a sun fueled by laser puppies.

"BOW-CHI-KA WOW-WOW! Omg Pacifica! Be gentle on his fragile heart! I'm like 90% sure he shares the same feelingggssss!" Finger-guns, followed jazz hands followed a dramatic motion with her arms as she swept them forward to imitate protecting a heart from breaking. Mabel's hand motions were dramatic but expressed her well.

"Ugh Mabel! Not so loud! He wasn't thrilled when I asked him out, so your research needs some more work put in!" She needed the advice, but she was still expecting to go back to his room after ending this conversation, plus she sort of needed her embarrassment to die down within herself. Mabel never her feel bashful for her honesty and it lead Pacifica to share more.

"NO WAY! You asked him to your Debut? Girl, I thought we crossed that out for being totally bonkers! And what do you mean he wasn't thrilled? What did he say?" Her hands were tangled in her long brown hair, almost going unseen. Pacifica had her back on the hallway wall, feeling herself wall-flower.

"He pretty much said that he would like to piss off my parents and then not a whole lot… it might've been the way I asked him though, ugh I hate this." She slid to the floor of the hallway, feeling the shaking of the dryer through the wood paneling, grateful for the noise it was making to cover their conversation.

"Well I need more data then, we can talk more after you go back in there and cuddle he heck outta him!" Mabel pulled her arms until she got Pacifica up off of the floor, spun her around once as she spoke the last of her message.

"We were not cuddling!" Pacifica pulled herself away at the accusation and red covered her face. But denying it seemed to make the problem worse. Damn these pine twins, with their keen eyes and deductive reasoning!

"OMG you TOTALLY WERE! You cannot hide that blush! Pacifica this is soooo cute!" Mabel was spinning on her heel in loops as she kept walking, taking the initiative to get away so Pacifica would go back to Dipper's room.

Pacifica gave a glare as Mabel retreated to her own room giggling, and Pacifica moved towards Dippers own personal space. Personal space he had previously been sharing with her. Personal space she had actively chosen to invade. Ugh she would never move on unless she went in there and got it (whatever 'it' was) over with.

She barged back into his room and walked over to the bed he laid still on. He had barely moved since she went out of the room, and it showed. Pacifica crawled back over top him and placed herself back into his side and proceeded to hold onto him, her body almost on top of his left side. Her face was once more in his neck but now her nose was poking at his collar bone and her lips were nearly touching his skin. It was clear he didn't expect her to go right back into coddling his side by the fact that he was stiffer than the floor boards she had just been sitting on.

Deciding she was bored by his board like state, she began blowing air on his neck, watching goosebumps rise and fall.

"You um- are closer than normal Paz-"

"Is it a problem Pines?" She cut him off.

"Uh no its not, per say, but I am just kind of curious as to, well, why."

"I'm cold, you're warm, getting closer to you is better for my chances of survival."

"Uh-huh, and how exactly is it that you're not using the blanket on the bed instead of me?"

"More effective." It was a short answer that led to her pressing further onto the boy, her lips on his collar bone, the curve of her face consumed in the crook of his neck and her torso almost fully on top of his. He made a sputtering noise that reverberated in her own chest, given how close they were, it made sense that that was the best retort he had.

Considering it a game of hers, one that she would inevitably win, he pulled her closer with his free arms, so she was entirely on top of him, and he held her with a hand on her shoulder blade and the other at the base of her spine.

She looked down now to see his face, her own having been removed from his neck, and she couldn't decipher the look he was giving her. It was an entirely new one on the teenager.

"Are you going to kiss me Pacifica?" his voice was low and unsure, he seemed as confused as her in that moment.

"Are YOU going to kiss ME, Dipper?" She shot right back in quip.

And then with more bravery than she herself possessed, Dipper leaned his head upwards and gently kissed the girl holding him and laying atop him. Stars seemed present in her eyes once she opened them, but she quickly shut them in favor of leaning back down to press an even stronger kiss onto the boy she had fallen into a crush with many years ago.

It was a calm moment between them, uninterrupted and warm. It was the definition of being a teenager and feeling 'deep' within a singular moment in time. It meant something slightly to each of them, but over all it led to the feeling of a pleasant placidness, a content sensation so rarely felt by either person in the cuddled couple.

Sharing and being kissed by Dipper was really working for her completion, at this rate she would never buy blush at a makeup counter ever again. The heavy exchange of moving lips, the feeling of his smile on hers, it was all very… lovely. She felt very loved being held and kissed by this mess of a boy.

They separated at the natural end of their kisses, and she pushed off of him, choosing to go back to laying curled into his side. Her muscles ached from the full day, her heart ached with new emotions and her eyelids were heavy. Dipper was feeling very much the same sensations, but leaned his head down, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. His arms were still around her and holding her seemed imperative.

"Goodnight Dipper… Thanks."

"Goodnight Paz, and uh, thank you?"

"Is that a question or a statement? Dipper I'm tired please annunciate."

"It was a statement backed by an emotion of curiosity?"

"Was that another question then?"

"For someone so tired, you seem to not be letting this go."

"Hmmph. Well whatever, we can talk later about the importance of meaning in diction choices."

"Sure Pacifica."

For a girl that had no intention of sleeping over earlier for fear of her parents tracking her down to maim her for missing an 'important' dinner, she fell asleep soundly. For once, Dipper was out too, his insomnia subsided by the activities of the day and the weight of a pretty girl on his side. It was the best night sleep either had had in a long time.

The problems they would face in the morning from two Grunkles, her parents and the army of butlers summoned to the mystery shack, as well as an ecstatic Mabel who was constantly between them trying to learn more… well those were far away for now.