[Well. At least that sounds more like the Pacifica he knows and hates. Bragging about how good she is about things and how much better at things she is. Dipper raises an eyebrow.]

Little mini-golf creatures? Are you serious?

[He thinks about it for a moment, then shakes his head.]

Actually? Never mind. That's both too ridiculous for you to make up, and exactly the kind of thing I've come to expect this summer.

[He really doesn't feel bad about apparently wanting to leave Pacifica behind. He'd probably make the same decision right now without hesitation.]