"Can I at least get a hint about what this person looks like?" Dipper asked his sister.

She stubbornly refused to reveal anything about the date she had set him up on for tonight. All she did was tell him to take a shower, dress in nice clean clothes, and comb his hair so it was less unruly. Dipper was nearly complete in his refreshing yet stressful day of preparing for this date, not arguing with Mabel when she insisted he shave and stick to a casual yet formal attire. She was put in charge of the outfit since he had no idea what that meant considering the words contradicted each other, but apparently it meant a style similar to what Portland hipsters wore.

"Are you sure this is necessary?" He asked, pulling a sweater over his button up shirt.

"Absolutely, bro! Trust me; this girl knows style and you better look your best tonight. Besides, you should do that anyway for any first date with anyone."

"Do I at least know this person?"

"Can't say." She shrugged with a teasing smile. "You'll just have to find out in…20 minutes."

Dipper groaned in frustration and fixed his hair, combing it nicely out of his face. He took a look at himself in Mabel's full length mirror. He hardly recognized himself like this especially without his hat, but he knew Mabel wouldn't allow him out of the house with it on for this oh-so-important date. He knew letting Mabel talk him into a blind date was a horrible idea.

The restaurant was quiet and hardly full, with only people with expensive taste and experience with using more than one fork at dinner sitting, enjoying their personal chatter. He looked around for a girl sitting by herself, wearing "a baby pink dress, white gloves, and brown hair"…according to Mabel's description. He looked around for this mystery person and saw her sitting at a table for two, sipping on the bubbly water the restaurant provided, looking over the menu.

Dipper drew in a breath and walked over to her, trying to look confident like he had done this plenty of times.

"Hello!" He said slightly louder than intended, cracking his voice slightly. He cleared his throat in embarrassment.

The girl looked up at him, but when they locked eyes, neither smiled pleasantly.

"Dipper?" She exclaimed.

"Pacifica?"

She quickly gestured him to shush so her disguise wasn't revealed.

"You're my mystery date? Ugh! I knew I shouldn't have let Mabel be in charge of this!" Pacifica complained, putting her hand on her forehead in disbelief.

Dipper could only chuckle nervously and sat down. "Yeah this explains why Mabel was insisting I get this cleaned and dressed up. Why're you in disguise though?"

She took a sip of her water before speaking. "I didn't trust Mabel to hook me up with a guy in my status. I didn't want to be seen with someone who smelled like fast food or wore shorts to dinner."

Her comments, while expected, still made Dipper cringe a little and roll his eyes over her vanity.

"So you stopped dying your hair just for this date?" He joked.

Unfortunately this was not taken lightly by her. She glared at him before grabbing her purse from under the table. "Okay, Pines. You almost had your date and had your joke so here's some money so you can go have your cake and eat it too." She handed him a twenty before walking away.

"What? No, no, no!" He said, grabbing her hand before she could go to far. "Come on, let's just do this tonight and see where it takes us. For Mabel."

Pacifica scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Fine." She said, sitting back down. "For Mabel."

"Good." He picked up his menu and began looking it over. "Also, you used that phrase wrong. It didn't make sense."

"It made sense. I just used it literally."

"Exactly. It's not a literal phrase. It would've made more sense if you waited until desert to walk out on me or something, but you can't tell me to go buy a cake and eat it. That's what cakes are for and that phrase it suppose to mean you can't have something if you're also getting rid of it."

Pacifica looked up from her menu. "You can't have a date with me and insult me and expect me to stay."

Dipper looked up at her. "You insulted me first. I thought you were over the whole 'be snobby to people below me' act."

"Dipper, look around you. Even if I'm over it, other people aren't. Believe it or not, I'm not thinking of myself with that statement."

Both of them, looked back at the menu and sipped their water before their waiter came over.

"Are we ready to order?" He asked.

"Yes, I'll have the hazelnut and parsnips soup." Pacifica said with a smile.

The waited looked at Dipper who ordered the first thing his eyes caught at the moment. "Pasta lamb ragù."

"Very good. I'll have that up for you soon."

They sat in silence awkwardly with no menus to stare at in the meantime. After a few minutes, Dipper cleared his throat to speak up.

"So…how are you?"

"Ugh, you're seriously gonna start a conversation like that? You can't even lead off that. 'I'm fine' and then what? I ask you how you are and you say 'fine' too?"

"I…I'm just trying to make conversation. I don't really see you trying to make this date work. You're just too busy being a bitch to appreciate the fact that someone actually stayed this long on a date with you."

Pacifica's jaw dropped, offended with his bluntness as much as he was offended with her's. At least they were quiet enough to not gain a lot of attention or even recognized. She wanted to stand up again a storm off. She wanted to forget this date ever happened and get out of her stupid fancy dress and take off her wig. She wanted to get away from the environment where she was expected to sit straight, smile, and not be with Dipper who was just beginning to be her friend before all this. She wanted so much to just get out of there.

"I wanna go home!" She nearly cried.

Dipper blinked and sat back. "Woah, woah, what?"

He watched her try and hid the few tears that came out, but it was hard to be discreet about it.

"Pacifica, I didn't mean it. I didn't meant to hurt your feelings."

"I wanna go home. Now!"

"Okay, okay!"

She grabbed her purse again, and walked away without waiting. The scene was gaining attention from the other guests and Dipper could only mouth "I'm sorry" as he tried to catch up with her while leaving cash on the table for their dinner–that was arriving just as she was having her meltdown. He ran outside and saw her standing just outside, waiting for him.

"I wanna–"

"Go home–I know!"

"I wanna go to your house."

Dipper didn't even to bother asking why she wanted to go back to the shack. If anything, he'd think she'd want to get away from him entirely, but her entire act tonight didn't make sense and as far as he was concerned, she was being overdramatic to gain sympathy. He walked beside her, watching her try and calm herself and wipe her tears. He almost felt embarrassed for her, seeing this. Pacifica shivered when the cold air of the night brushed against her bare arms and Dipper paused from walking and took off his sweater. He caught up with her when she had walked a few steps ahead and handed it to her with a smile.

"Thanks." She said, putting it on, feeling better already.

"You're welcome." They walked some more in silence again before he tried making conversation again. "So…how are you?"

Pacifica smiled. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"Fine. Fine. You seemed pretty upset back there. What was that about. Is it because I called you a bitch?"

She shook her head. "No. Well, sort of. I just really wanted to go on this date, but I hate that restaurant. When Mabel said she was gonna hook me up with someone, I thought that meant going to the movies and getting pizza or something. Something fun, you know?"

"We can get pizza! We can order it when we get home and watch whatever movies are on tv." Dipper suggested with positivity.

Pacifica smiled again. "That sounds really nice. Do you think I could stay over?"

Dipper shrugged. "I guess so. I don't know where you'd sleep, but–"

"I'm not too picky. I just don't wanna go home tonight."

Dipper laughed. "Alright. Hey, what should we tell Mabel though? You know she'll be asking about out date."

"Hmm…tell her to ask about the next one."

"So…there will be another date?"

"Only if you promise not to take me to anymore of those fancy restaurants." She laughed.

Dipper smiled. "Believe me: I don't have enough money to keep taking you to them even if you wanted to."

"Good."