The collection of shoppers browsing the lingerie store was by no means a homogenous bunch. Yet even in spite of this, one of them still managed to stand out from like a sore thumb. Not only did she bear a distinct odor of sweat and freshly cut wood, but she was the only person there dressed in heavy work jeans, boots, and an empty leather pouch that had been holding a hatchet right up until she entered the mall.

"...Let's see what we got here….oh man...?" Wendy Pines chuckled at the absurdly skimpy items hanging on the bargain rack. As she hunted for a good deal, she would pause every now and then to pass a furtive glance around. Not only did she look out of place, but she definitely felt out of place. It would be the understatement of the century to say that she had never been a big fan of anything to do with frills or silk. She unashamedly purchased all her underwear in value packs, and always went to bed in flannel sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt. But with a particular holiday upon her, she couldn't help but feel pressured to do something.

She then took out one particularly scandalous number, looked it over once and then promptly burst out laughing as she underwent a rapid change of heart.

"No way." The young woman chuckled. This wasn't her. This was just so not her that she literally could not even handle it. She was probably better off trying her luck at a bookstore. Knowing her doofus then he'd probably be just as happy-

"WENDY!" A familiar squeak of a voice interrupted her train of thought and gave her a mild panic attack.

"GAH!" She whirled around with a massive start. Like magic her sister-in-law was suddenly right there outside the mall store, complete with a stroller loaded with two sleeping tots. Without a second thought Mabel energetically wheeled in her little twins before Wendy could make a hasty escape.

"Hey, how're you doing?" The bubbly brunette began babbling away at a mile a minute. Grinning from ear to ear, she looked down at her little ones. "Look, hun-buns! It's your Aunt Wendy! Say hi!"

She pushed the stroller back and forth and threw her voice with a high-pitched chirp on their behalf. "Hi!"

"Uh...Hey, Mabes." Wendy had never wanted to try to hide in a clothing rack so badly before in her entire life. The color of her burning face was now matching her scarlet locks no way out of this moment, she asked bluntly, "So….you're never letting me live this one down, huh?"

"Live down what?" Mabel laughed before taking her first good long look around the store. Wendy watched her rosy-cheeked face rapidly contort with utter horror as she registered what was going on.

"...Ew." A shudder of disgust raced through Mabel like a lightening bolt. Then another. Followed by another. "Ew….ewwwww….ew, ew, ew….gross….ooohhh, so gross….ew….ooohhh, no. No. No! No, no, no, no! Gross! Gross! Gross!"

By now she was flapping her arms and hopping about. Finally the revolted young woman hurriedly reached down and gathered one of her twins into her arms. Finn whined crankily as his sleep was interrupted.

"I'm sorry, hun-bun." She apologized, cuddling her son close like an unsettled child would desperately clutch a stuffed animal. "It's okay, shhhhhh….just let Mommy have this…."

Wendy cracked up with relief. She felt much better now that the both of them were uncomfortable as could possibly be. "What are you even doing right now? Are you taking the kids for a walk or something here?"

The adoring aunt paused to give her niece an overdue pat on the head. "Hey there, cutie."

"What? No way!" Mabel shot back defensively. "It's a always a nice sunny park or nothing for us. You're taken the babies out a billion walks, you know our standards for outside fun! I'm just here to help out-uuuuuhhhhhh…"

She fumbled over her own lips as she tried to catch herself. Mabel glanced behind her, then threw together a hastily assembled fib. "Help out….uh, get something for...Waddles. Ha, it wasn't helping my brother shop or anything like that, haha! He can totally do his own shopping! Ha...haha…..yup, he's definitely not here….."

And that was how Wendy knew that a certain young man was undoubtedly nearby. Wendy snickered like mad as she looked around. "Okay, I know you're out there, dude. C'mon."

There was a brief wait, and Dipper sheepishly sauntered out of hiding and into view, stopping just short of the store entrance. "Uh….hey."

"Hey." She watched her husband's cheeks rapidly go even redder before she noticed that she still had a jet-black silk number in her hands. She snorted and hastily stowed it back. However, the damage was already done - the sight made Dipper lose his voice for a full ten seconds. Mabel meanwhile kept wincing unhappily with disgust.

It was official. Together they had set a new family record. Peak discomfort.

"I….uh, was kind of having a little trouble." Dipper forced himself to confess , all the while furiously scratching the anxious itch prickling on the back of his neck.

Wendy smiled assuringly as she gestured around her. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not really swimming in creative ideas right now. I mean,...look!"

She grabbed an item off the nearby rack. The two-piece set that she had plucked up ended up having less material than an average washcloth. Everything had now gotten so absurd that Wendy completely lost it at that point, and she burst out into a fit of uncontrollable chuckling. When she noticed the odd looks she was getting from other shoppers, this she only made her laugh even harder with embarrassment.

Dipper could only stand there and watch her lose it for so long before taking action. He took a deep breath, and readied himself as if he were about to walk across hot coals. A curious Mabel was quick to take out her phone. She had no idea what was going on, but as his sister, she sensed that something magical was about to happen.

The young man raised his foot, then took the first step inside the store. Soon he was face to face with his amusedly surprised wife.

"Dude," She chortled. "What are you doing?"

"Uh….making it so you're not the most uncomfortable person here?" Now that he had to actually say it, the idea wasn't sounding half as good as it did a mere five seconds earlier. However, it was far too late. There he was, the lone man in the store standing surrounding by thin lacy undergarments everywhere he looked. In no time he had turned so scarlet that he practically looked like a scrawny walking tomato.

"Regretting it yet?" She ribbed.

"Juuussst a little bit." Dipper understated with a pained grimace. "Oof. Did not think this through at all."

The smile that had spread across her face was close to record-breaking. As she shook with mirth, Wendy herded her awkwardly thoughtful husband the several feet back out of the store where Mabel was waiting. The brunette bounced from foot to foot as she erupted with a strange combination of barking squeaks and half-exclamations. She was hopelessly torn on whether she wanted to gush at the romance of it all or laugh herself silly at her hapless twin.

"Oooohhhh, you just…." She let out another part sequel, part giggle. "Omigosh, omigosh…."

"I have had so many better ideas than that." He deadpanned.

"But not many. Nice work back there, hero." Wendy lovingly teased as she drew him into a hug. "How about we share a milkshake in the food court and call ourselves done?"

"Deal." The young man quickly agreed with a grateful gasp. The jointly embarrassed couple sealed the deal with a hug and together they headed off walking hand in hand together. Or at least they tried to. However they only made it ten steps before Dipper realized his sister hadn't budged. He stopped and turned to find her busy trying to gently wake her children and show them the video she had just taken on her phone.

"Look! Look!" She giddily replayed the scene in front of her twins' half opened eyes. "See your silly uncle? See? Look at him go!"

"Well, that's getting rubbed in my face forever." Dipper matter of factly accepted his fate with a shrug.

"Yeah it is!" Mabel cheerily made no effort to hide the fact.

"C'mon, you know it was worth it." Wendy snorted. She easily plastered a smile back up on his face with a quick comforting squeeze and an unhesitant declaration. "Best Valentine's Day ever…"