Chapter 9: Home Made?
"Welcome to my Shiro." Candy opened the door to her house and welcomed Grenda and Pacifica inside.
"So this is what a Middle Class house looks like on the inside." Pacifica, with the party crown in her hands, looked around the living room. She really admired the Japanese style and gave Candy a positive compliment, but still this all felt alien to her. "Are suburban house rooms always this small?"
Candy giggled. "Small by the rich people's definition?"
Pacifica sat on the comfortable couch as Candy and Grenda brought out their art supplies. "Today I was thinking of sending Mabel something home-made."
"Home-made?" Pacifica asked. "You mean something made from the walls or floor?"
"Ha! Good one, Pacifica." Grenda laughed.
"Good what?" asked Pacifica. "So what, we just tear off pieces of the stairs? Cut up the rug?" Pacifica guessed as the two girls looked very confused. "Wait hold on. Does the house itself actually make the gifts?!" Pacifica hopped off and looked around. "Is this Middle Class normal or Paranormal normal?"
"This is worse than we thought." Candy spoke as Grenda informed Pacifica.
"No, we'll be making the gifts ourselves. Right here!"
"Oh." Pacifica said. Then the realization of her action sunk in. She blushed and gave a fake laugh. "Of course that is what home-made means. It's .. it's a joke. Heh."
Candy and Grenda decided to take it and showed her their supplies. Pacifica looked around the paint, crayons, ribbons, tape, and wrapping papers and took notice of how simple they are. After giving a quick glance to her broken nails, she asked the two what was the best 'beginner' home-made gift.
"Pacifica. There is no, 'beginner' in the arts."
"But Candy, didn't you say true art take time and practice to make your vision come to life?" Grenda asked.
"Yes, but I'm being inspiring." Candy took out an old instant print camera. "Say cheese." Pacifica acted quickly from her years of training and posed on the spot. After the photo was printed and Candy shook it, she handed it to Pacifica. "Let's start out with a letter to Mabel."
Pacifica looked at the photo. "And what's this for?"
"Mabel loves photos." Candy said. "She has to know that you're in the group now."
"And the camera loves us!" Grenda said with joy. "Now glue that onto your letter."
"Oh, right." Pacifica skimmed around the supplies, looking very carefully for the glue, for about five minutes.
"You don't know what glue is, do you?"
Pacifica jumped a bit from Candy's question. "I-of course I do!" She picked up the nearest object. "See? Glue."
"…Yeeeeeessss." The two girls nodded to what Pacifica considered glue, ketchup.
"Why is there ketchup here?" Candy whispered to Grenda who just shrugged.
After introducing Pacifica to a different type of glue, Pacifica spotted the cow on it. "Is glue made from cows?"
"Yes and sometimes horses." Candy's educational lesson quickly turned to a nightmare for Pacifica.
"They … they only do that to old horses, right? Definitely not purebred ponies I had to sell, right?!"
Candy gave the more appropriate answer to calm the blonde girl. "O.K. why not you write down how much you want to change on the middle of the sheet." Candy handed her a paper.
"Then you pour the glitter all over the empty spots." Genda demonstrated as she took a handful of glitter and threw it on a piece of paper, creating an exact replica of Picasso's 'The Old Guitarist'. "Darn it, I wanted to make a fish!"
Using a pen to best suit her thoughts, Pacifica wrote down the extended apology and about the crown. With a full name signature, Pacifica took the photo of herself and glued it on the top of the sheet.
"Great, now use your imagination. And by that I mean decorate it." Candy gestured to the art supply to keep Pacifica on the right track.
Pacifica smirked. "It there's one thing we Northwests are known for, that isn't horrible, it is our taste of design."
Grenda and Candy began working on their individual gifts as they keep an eye on Pacifica's progress.
Pacifica Northwest was true to her words, even if she probably never done this before, she had an eye for creating an attractive letter. Everything about it was well organized and had the right choice of colors to give it a three dimensional effect.
"Well, vela! It's finished." Pacifica showed off her finished masterpiece to the girls.
"It's amazing." Candy said in amazement.
"I wanna touch it." Grenda tried reaching for it, but Pacifica pulled it away.
"Don't want to be rude, but this is very delicate." Pacifica carefully placed it in an envelope. "All true artwork must be handled with care as much as its value. Especially if the said artwork is a personal message."
Grenda and Candy clapped. "That was amazing." Candy spoke with astonish.
Pacifica took the compliments to heart. "Thanks, Candy." She pondered for a moment. "You know, I think I want to create something original for Mabel."
"Go for it!" shouted Grenda. "Create something from scratch!"
"Maybe an oven mitten." Candy suggested. "Mabel loves to cook."
"An oven mitten?" Pacifica wasn't quite sure how to create a common tool that would be used in daily activities unlike her letter. "We I'm sure I'm skilled enough to make one."
(A few moments later)
"… So I was thinking that I should just stick with artwork instead of house supplies." Pacifica said with a home-made ….. thing in her hand and a thread needle in her other, bandage covered hand.
"Little tiny baby steps." Candy said as she took the thing. "But she'll love it anyway!"
"Why's that?" asked Pacifica.
"Because your gift came from your heart!" Grenda hugged Pacifica. "With no blood at all!"
Pacifica calmly smiled, trying to take in deep breath. "Grenda …. Air please…." Grenda released Pacifica from her massive strength.
"Well it's getting late." Candy said as she carried three boxes. "Time to mail these in."
Pacifica smiled for her self-achievement of actually doing peasant work and enjoying every minute of it, minus the attempt at oven mitten making.
'Dear Mabel Pines'
Pacifica, Candy, and Grenda mailed their packages to California as a montage of the delivery played out.
'I am pleased to announce that I am officially changing my ways. My smaller mansion is not so bad and I now have my very own baby llama. However my two best friends and followers abandoned me since I was not willing or able to cater to their wants. Luckily both Candy and Grenda offered to become my first true friends. Well technically Dipper is my first real friend, and of course you.'
The packages arrived at California and Mabel opened the box from Pacifica and found the well-crafted letter.
'Candy invited me to her house and I made my first home-made thing.'
Mabel took out the failed attempt of an oven mitten and looked upon it with googly eyes.
'I know you already forgiven me for all the terrible things I've said, but I still feel guilty about my actions to you and everyone else. So as another step toward the new me, I want you to have this. You were the one that truly deserves it.'
'Your friend, Pacifica Elise Northwest'
Mabel took out the party crown Pacifica had own in the singing contest. "Awwwww." Mabel turned around and saw Dipper, Beethoven, and Dyami playing a video game.
"Hey Dipper. Pacifica is now BFF with my BFFs!"
"Really?" Dipper turned to his sister. "I'm glad she wants to make herself a better person, unlike her parents."
"HA, I win!" Beethoven stood up from the couch and cheered. "I'm the best at alllllll video games!" He batted an eye at Mabel. "That I've played. Which isn't a lot. Because I liiiiiifffffffft …. things."
Dipper smiled and rolled his eyes. "So I guess that ghost I helped bust was the best thing for her."
"That usually happens after you have an awkward hug with her." Mabel said as Dipper quickly blushed. "Now I'm gonna try out my new … whatever this is!" Mabel lifted up the failed oven mitten. "All I need now is gum, mayo, and the Waxed Larry King head."
End of Chapter
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