[She would smirk to herself in triumph, were this any other staring contest; but there's something so inherently wrong about the situation, something that hurts her in a way she's not used to hurting, and she simply nods, expression certainly less warm than it had been when she'd first seen Dipper.]
Fine.
[She pauses, suddenly sheepish. She offers a smile, bright as usual, though a bit more shy than what she usually projects. More genuine, perhaps. Even if Dipper doesn't remember, maybe...]
You should, like, ask Mabel if she remembers mini-golf. It was...um, fun. And stuff.
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Fine.
[She pauses, suddenly sheepish. She offers a smile, bright as usual, though a bit more shy than what she usually projects. More genuine, perhaps. Even if Dipper doesn't remember, maybe...]
You should, like, ask Mabel if she remembers mini-golf. It was...um, fun. And stuff.