For a second, all Dipper can do is stare at her. Then his mouth presses into a thin, little line, and he narrows his eyes.
"Okay, first of all, Great Uncle Ford studied the phenomenon and it was definitely centered around the town. Secondly, Mabel and I had totally normal lives before we went to visit, no weirdness at all, so it definitely wasn't either of us. Thirdly..."
He holds up a finger.
"Hold that thought."
He gets up from the couch and goes over to a little tray table where Mabel's crafts had been left behind, and kneels on the floor next to it. Then he picks up a pair of scissors and starts cutting out some weird oblong shape out of construction paper, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he does it.
He briefly looks up at Pidge again.
"If you're wondering what I'm doing, I'm making you an Awkward Award. I feel, as the reigning multiversal champion of putting my foot in my mouth, that there should be some kind of official handing down of the title. What color glitter do you want your name in?"
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"Okay, first of all, Great Uncle Ford studied the phenomenon and it was definitely centered around the town. Secondly, Mabel and I had totally normal lives before we went to visit, no weirdness at all, so it definitely wasn't either of us. Thirdly..."
He holds up a finger.
"Hold that thought."
He gets up from the couch and goes over to a little tray table where Mabel's crafts had been left behind, and kneels on the floor next to it. Then he picks up a pair of scissors and starts cutting out some weird oblong shape out of construction paper, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he does it.
He briefly looks up at Pidge again.
"If you're wondering what I'm doing, I'm making you an Awkward Award. I feel, as the reigning multiversal champion of putting my foot in my mouth, that there should be some kind of official handing down of the title. What color glitter do you want your name in?"