I had seen the way Wendy came into the Mystery Shack that morning, Dipper had warned me she might be feeling a bit down. Apparently he had ruined Wendy's relationship, so things were a bit awkward between the two. He only told me so I could help him avoid Wendy, but that was okay. Wendy was cool, I was cool, I didn't mind hanging out with her.

Wendy was standing at the counter, staring off into the distance. I looked at her for a moment, and saw why Dipper could have a crush on someone like her. The sun cascading down her face, she looked, well, nice. I liked her hat too, I wonder how much cooler people thought I would be if I wore something like that. I moved onto thinking about what to say, but then I was thinking about thinking what to say, which went on for a bit, but eventually made my brain hurt. And there was my topic, my brain!

"So don't laugh at me, okay? I'm going to tell you reeeaaally something personal."

"Okay." She answered monotonously, her gaze still not focused on me but on the wall straight in front of her. I couldn't and wouldn't let that deter me though.

"I actually have conversations with other people in my brain before they happen." I happily announced.

"You're telling me you can see in the future?" She asked skeptically.

"No the conversations don't actually go the way I envision them, but I try to imagine them before they happen so I know what to say. Sometimes I laugh at the jokes of my conversational partner, which means I'm laughing at my own jokes because I'm the one making the whole thing up in the first place."

"... Crazy" She said, now facing me, looking sort of intrigued.

"I know, right? My brain can be really weird sometimes. How strange is it that with practically every thought I have, the follow-up thought is usually I wonder how many people did that?"

"That's not so strange." She tried to assure me.

"It is if you're thinking about tasting toilet paper."

It looked like she was having trouble holding in her laugh.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"Well that was before I knew about your secret desire to devour toilet paper!" She laughed.

"The thought lasted only a second!"

"Who thinks about tasting toilet paper?"

"Well, now you know me for the philosopher I truly am!"

Wendy seemed a bit more cheerful after that. I told her about the other strange habits of my brain, which served to improve her mood a lot. I kept her smiling throughout the day. Having accomplished the mission I set out to do that day, I was feeling quite satisfied with myself, until her shift was over and I saw her returning to that empty staring she did when she was feeling down.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Boys." She sighed.

"Want to talk about it?" I said carefully. Trying not to push her.

"You think you're starting to know someone, and it turns out they're nothing like you expected. You ever met someone like that?"

"There was this group of gnomes..." I mumbled.

"I broke up with Robbie yesterday, y'know?"

"Yeah..."

"Dipper tell you what happened?"

"Yeeaah..."

"Is that why he's avoiding me?"

"Yeeeaaah..."

Outside of the Mystery Shack, a car honked. She waved at her friends through the window. "I got to go." She looked back at me, then smiled. "Thanks for hanging out with me today, Mabel. Maybe we should do this more often."

"Maybe we should!" I exclaimed.

"Later!" And with that, she walked out the door.

That night, I came to thinking why I didn't really hang out with Wendy. I liked Wendy, Wendy seemed to like me, yet we didn't really seem to actively hang out with each other. It was more like we just both happened to be in the same location at times, it wasn't the same as really hanging out. Maybe she's just acting polite and thinks I'm a nuisance instead. That didn't seem very Wendy though.