Mason. It was an odd name, Dipper thought, it's root in the shaping of stone couldn't be further from the person he'd turned out to be. As such he couldn't help but loath it. In truth his girlfriend of two years, Wendy Corduroy, was a greater shaper than him. He was currently lounging on her bed as she sat at the desk underneath her window, a small knife in her hand carving at a chunk of wood in the other hand. Dipper had been shocked to discover the Lumberjill's skill at carving items out of wood, but upon deeper thought it did make a lot of sense. He watched as she skilfully carved the right leg of an unknown creature.
"Hey Mason, I got a question." Dipper felt his stomach drop, he'd never heard his girlfriend use his proper name before, he wasn't aware she knew it.
"Wha.. What is it Wendy? " his voice gave out an impromptu squeak of sheer terror. He glanced over at his partner as she stared at him with a broad grin on her face.
"When did you stop being this cute?" From the desk beside her Wendy pulled out an old plastic card, a plastic card with a picture of Dipper's face on it. He must have been around fourteen, his eyes were wide and the brown fur of a trapper hat was pulled over his birthmark. His cheeks flushed red as he lunged forward, trying desperately to seize the card from her. Unfortunately for Dipper he continued to forget that his partner was much, much stronger than him. Wendy hoisted the young investigator off his feet and onto the bed pouncing upon him like a big cat cornering its pray. Wendy leaned over and placed a chase kiss on his lips bracing her arms on either side of his head. Her prey responded with unrivalled passion locking lips with her and pulling her towards him. Before Wendy could object he had broken their embrace to plant searing kisses along her neck. As he did so the Lumberjack's daughter couldn't help but let out a strangled moan of "Mason." At that moment Dipper realised that he didn't hate his name as much as he first thought.
