Back at the shack, the sun was beating down hard – as was Dipper's tired, confused head.
"Hey dude. You kiss her yet?"
Dipper nearly choked on his soda and glared up at the redhead standing behind her. "Wendy! Shh!"
"Just a question, man." Wendy chuckled. "What's the deal? You can't just stare from a distance. Talk to her."
Dipper squirmed as he sat on the Mystery Shack's porch, watching as Mabel and Pacifica took photographs of Waddles in his ever growing summer fashion collection. It was sleepover night again, and the only real worry for the kids was how to occupy the day.
Well, that wasn't the only worry for Dipper.
"I can't." Dipper sighed.
Wendy was already beginning to count on her fingers. "She's cute, she's your age, she likes you..."
"I mean, I seriously can't. She's way out of my lea-oh no."
"...She makes great coffee, She's brave, She's smart..."
"Wendy! Quiet! She's coming this way!"
"She's close to you, She's basically living here, she stares at you a lot..."
"Wendy, shut up! Please!"
"I'm just sayin', man, if you made the first move, Pacifica would be putty in your hands. If you have the hots for the chick, grab her and tell her."
Wendy paused with a broad grin.
"Oh hi, Paz." Wendy clicked her tongue, winked and walked away, giving Dipper a pat on his lumberjack hat.
Pacifica stood there knowingly, with a hand on her hip, and giggled. "Was Wendy just giving you relationship tips? Tips from your crush on how to move on from her?"
She adjusted her hair and gave a sly grin. "I mean, jeez, Dip – why can't you just do the common sense thing and kiss me? As long as you watch where you're grabbing."
Dipper was a deep shade of crimson, rather taken aback by Pacifica's burst of confidence. "Heh, W-why would I do that? We're just friends – right?"
"Oh sure. Just friends." She chuckled. "How many times have you held hands with your friends? Do you hold hands with Soos?"
Dipper just stammered. "I like you, Paz, but I don't know if I'm really ready to-"
"Heh, me neither. Wouldn't it be fun to find out?" She budged closer to him and smirked. "I like you, Dipper. You're cute. But it's not very gentlemanly to expect me to make the first move." Pacifica made a show of looking at her nails, resting her head against him. "Let's face it, Dip, I'm still a Northwest. I still expect you to do things for me."
Dipper was just about to speak when the two Grunkles arrived – with Stanley suitably bruised up and Stanford fittingly exasperated.
"Evening kids." Stanley grinned, squinting through a black eye. "How's tricks?"
"Mr. Pines?" What happened?"
"Your Pops came at me with a golf club, but he's agreed to let you stay, toots. And given me a bottle of whiskey." Stan paused, then broke into a wry smile. "Did I interrupt something?"
Dipper, if anything, was glad to be interrupted by Pacifica hugging the old man as tight as she could.