Camo was absolutely miserable.

She was used to heat. She lived in Florida, for Pete's sake, where simply by going outside for five seconds during the summer you'd be doused in warm water. What she wasn't used to was hot Oregon summer. It was so much drier, but still miserable.

"Watch out, Gravity Falls, because at 110 degrees we're looking at the hottest day of the summer!" Toby Determined's nasally voice cut through her moping, and she groaned.

"It better be the hottest day! If it gets any hotter I'm going to melt!" she complained. "Just like Wax Stan."

She wasn't actually laying around. She was pacing rather quickly and drinking all the water in the Shack. She didn't care if it was lukewarm. It was water, and therefore it would help cool her down. Everyone had found there own way of providing a little bit of coolness.

Stan was laying on his back with a melted ice cream pint on his chest. Dipper was without his shirt and was sitting in the armchair, waving his hat to fan off Mabel, who had on pajamas, or a close equivalent. Soos had just given up and had stripped down to his underwear and was laying facedown on the floor. (He still had his hat on, though.)

"All in favor of going nothing all day, say . . ." Dipper groaned, and everyone mimicked it. Camo, meanwhile, took another swig of water and wiped her brow. She was doing better than the others, still having the dignity to be wearing a reasonable outfit. Though, that very fact hurt her dignity, since it was reasonable. A t-shirt and jean shorts. It had hurt her soul to wear something so normal, but it was either that or melt.

Waddles oinked and walked over to Stan, who moaned, "I'm gonna throw this pig out of the house!" Waddles licked his cheek. "You called my bluff, pig."

"Isn't chocolate bad for pigs?" Camo asked, noting the chocolate ice cream on Stan's lips. "They need to get their stomach pumped afterward or whatever."

Mabel was too hot to care about Waddles.

"On the bright side, pun very much intended," Toby continued, "it's opening week at the Gravity Falls pool."

Everyone perked up. "Gravity Falls pool?" Mabel asked.

"Today?" Dipper said excitedly.

"Pun intended?" That was Soos.

"Yes! Swimming!" Camo cheered.

Even Stan was happy about it. "Quick! To the car!" However, he was stuck to the floorboards. "Hey, kids, a little help here."

The three kids dutifully pulled out their spatulas and pried at Stan, though the wood came up too. She wasn't sure how they managed that, to be honest.

"I'm going to go to my place to get changed," Camo informed the twins, then she ran past her boss to the door, but not before taking another swig of water. Summer was merciless.

Now, she felt significantly better. Not only was she wearing an epic silver-and-black camouflage swimsuit that she'd found when going shopping with Jason, she was going to be swimming and cooling off and getting really sunburned because she never bothered to put on sunscreen. People floated, screamed, or lounged in whatever degree of peace they could manage in this chaos.

"Ah, the pool," Mabel said. "Sparkling oasis of summer enchantment."

"Yeah, nothing like sitting in a moist tub with strangers," Stan grumbled.

Camo scoffed. "You say that as if I'm going to be sitting. Pools are for swimming. You can sit anywhere you want—why would you choose to sit in water if that was all you were going to do?"

"It's like the bus, but wet," Stan continued, as if she hadn't said a word. She huffed and blew a puff of air out of her face dramatically.

Dipper, meanwhile, was looking at Soos's towel in confusion. "Why would a sun need to wear sunglasses?"

"It's best not to think about it."

Mabel stopped in her tracks, and Camo nearly ran over her. She shot the younger girl a glare that she happily ignored. "Whoa, whoa! Stop the presses! Who's that?" Camo, slightly intrigued, followed her gaze to a boy sitting in a pool with long hair. She made a face. Yeah, she wasn't overly fond of Mabel's most recent crush already.

"Oh, yeah," Soos said as he ate his chips. "Word is, dude never leaves the pool. People say he's a 'mysterious loner'."

Camo frowned. "Wait, isn't it only the opening week here? How are there already rumors about the longevity of his pool stay?"

As usual, they ignored her. "Is it getting hot out here, or is it just that guy?" Mabel asked, shaking her hands excitedly.

"It's the hottest day of the year, Mabel," Dipper deadpanned. "Besides, can't you go for one week without having a new crush on some random guy?"

Mabel simply gasped at his "little mustache hairs" and ran to meet the boy in the pool, though not without her accidents. She stuck her foot in a bucket, had a pool stick fall on her, got her foot caught in a lawn chair this time, and spilled the bucket of beach balls. Soos watched, and she could tell from his expression that he shipped it.

"Eh, Mabel's all talk. You wanna know a secret? She's never even kissed a guy before. She always messes it up somehow," Dipper revealed, and Camo felt a slight pang of sympathy for the younger girl. Not because she'd never kissed someone (boys were gross and most of the girls were airheads), but the feeling of trying so hard and never winning at it.

A water balloon landed on Stan's face and splashed her, pulling her out of her reminiscing. "Hey, Mr. Pines," Wendy called out, the bucket of water balloons at her side betraying her.

"Wendy? Where's the lifeguard?"

"I am the lifeguard." Camo snickered a little inside, thinking about how much of a Karen scenario that was. I am the manager. "I make the rules, sucka! Boosh!" The teen threw another water balloon which narrowly missed Stan. Her boss screamed and ran away. Everyone laughed.

"Wow. You work here?" Dipper asked, his interest thinly veiled.

"I found out lifeguards get free snack privileges," Wendy replied. "Plus, I get the best seat in the house."

Dipper yelled "Yeah, you do!" at the same time Camo urgently asked, "Snack privileges? How quickly can I become a lifeguard?!" She . . . well, she wasn't sure how to phrase it. She kind of broke character to give Dipper a weird look as he laughed for way, way, way, way too long.

Wait, no! She couldn't become a lifeguard! She was here to swim! She had just been talking to Stan about what's the point of going to the pool if you just sat around, and she would be a hypocrite of the highest degree if she spent all day sitting in a chair. She ran over to the water and climbed in (well, she didn't run, per se, because that was against the rules—but she did speed-walk), relishing the cool water against her skin.

Then started a montage of swimming and jumping off the walls and just having fun swimming in general. She did a couple laps, and a lot of somersaults in the water, until something made her float dead in her tracks. Sure, her goggles weren't prescription so she could barely see anything, especially threw the water, but she could make out shapes and colors. One of the people in the pool didn't have two fleshy sticks for legs. Someone had one green stick.

Intrigued for the second time that day, she climbed out of the pool to get her glasses and see who it was. In that section of the pool was Mabel and her new crush and, because she was fairly certain that her friend wasn't a mermaid, her money was on the dude. She hopped back in the water, careful not to get her glasses wet, and made her way across the pool to the two lovebirds.

"Hey, Mabel, is your boyfriend a mermaid?" she asked casually, lifting herself up onto the edge of the pool on the second try.

"I am a merman, thank you very much," he said, affronted. He had a Spanish accent, which sounded decent. British accents sounded the best, though. "My name is Mermando, and Mabel has shown me great kindness."

The preteen giggled, and Camo rolled her eyes. "At least you're aware." Then she swam away.

Ugh. She was bored. Swimming was fun, but not for several hours at a time. She didn't know how people could stay interested for that long. So, she put on her flip-flops and her towel, told Stan she was leaving because she was relatively responsible and didn't want him freaking out on her part, and left to go back to the Shack.

Well, first she went to her motel room to shower and change into normal clothes. Then she went back to the Shack.

She did have a plan. Dipper didn't bring his Journal to the pool, so she figured now was as good a time as any to read it. She plopped down on his bed—she could tell it was his from the lack of boy band posters and the ink splattered on the sheets—and searched through his stuff, eventually finding it hidden in his bedframe. It was an interesting read, but she couldn't really see his obsession with it. She was done with it in half an hour and started wandering around the Shack to find something else to do.

She ended up watching TV and drinking obscene amounts of water to cool down until the Pines came home, at which point they let her eat with them (at this point she basically lived with them) and headed back home. The next day was much of the same, except this time she didn't go to the pool. Her sunburns were already bad enough as it was.

She was in the process of exploring the Shack when she found it. There was an intricately carved door hiding behind a bookcase. (She only found it because she thought that there might be a secret passageway by pulling on a book, so she'd pulled on all of the books. One of them was stuck onto the shelf, and she nearly squished herself as it came down.) She opened the door to explore, as it was one of the only places in the Shack that she hadn't explored.

There was a big blue carpet spread out across the floor and several weird science-y things strewn about amidst the cobwebs. The window was boarded up—huh, so this is where that window came from—and there was a pretty comfortable couch underneath of it. There was a mirror and a bathroom and a calendar from 1982 and a pair of glasses sitting underneath of it. She investigated them, peering through them. Huh. Whoever these belonged to, they had a similar prescription to hers. She pocketed them, as her adventures with the twins would probably end up with her breaking her own glasses at some point.

There was a strange symbol on the carpet. She investigated it, but didn't really see anything worth looking for, so she shrugged and looked around for something more. There was a trophy on top of a dresser, which, when she pulled it down and rubbed off the dust and cobwebs, read Science Fair, 1960. Hm. She wondered who won that, because Stan definitely wasn't a science-y guy. There was a tarp which, when she pulled it off, had three similar trophies, all science or math related.

There was several holes in the walls and ceiling, and she made a mental note to tell Stan later so she could have help fixing this place up. For the moment, though, she explored further. She was just starting to read the stack of papers, which the headline said Stanford Pines—, but it reminded her of something. Stan's office. She could totally go sneak in there while they were at the pool!

Still, just as a precaution, she moved the bookcase back to cover the door. For the moment, she was going to keep that as her little secret.

Stan's office was a place she'd only been a couple times before, but she very much enjoyed flipping through his filing cabinet. Most of it was tax fraud, which was boring. Why wasn't there anything more interesting in this room?

Her stomach rumbled. Right, food. She hadn't eaten anything all day. She prepped a meal in the kitchen, just basic PB and J, and went to the vending machine to 'buy' a snack—with a bit of Stan's money, of course. As if she would use her skimpy funds to buy some chips when she had access to Stan's wallet! She was getting what had become her favorite off-brand bag of chips when she noticed, for the first time, marks on the ground near the machine. She frowned and squatted down, tracing the gouges. It looked like . . .

She was pulled from her thoughts by the Pines plus Soos coming home. Oh, well. She could figure that mystery out another time.

"Oh! Total domination!" Mabel screamed, and both her twin and Camo rolled their eyes simultaneously. "I am the master of attic-stuff mini-golf! From the mighty Swiss Alps to the badlands of Dipper's old laundry, where man fears to tread."

"All right, let a pro on the field," Dipper said, walking up. Camo snorted, though it was less derisively than usual. He was decent at it, after all. "Er, floor, whatever." He hit the ball, and it hit the ceiling, broke a lightbulb, went through hole 12, along a line, and out the window, where it hit Stan on the head. Camo's eyes widened when she realized she could hear voices down there.

She yelped. "Scuff! I need to be ready to do a tour in a second! Sorry, guys, I have to gooooooo!" She dropped her puck and ran downstairs, panting heavily but ready to go.

The next day, she walked into work to yelling and screaming and fighting. She blinked once, then twice, and then finally just asked, "Okay, what's going on?"

"We want different rooms!" Dipper yelled, and resumed scuffling with his sister. She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Why was she surprised? Dipper also looked a lot more worse for wear than normal. Did he spend all night reading again or what?

"Look, I was in the process of telling them that there's no secret hidden room in the Shack—"

She raised an eyebrow. Just yesterday, she'd discovered that wasn't true. Maybe Stan didn't know? But those papers had his name on them . . . Plus, she already knew he was hiding things, since he'd been lying about not knowing about the magic. There was a loud crash, and everyone jumped. It successfully pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Dudes! I found some kind of secret hidden room in the Shack!" Soos's voice yelled, and they all rushed to see it, even though she already knew where it was. Since she didn't need the rundown, she watched Stan's expression carefully (though she did so secretly, obviously—his expression would change if he knew she was looking at him). He looked . . . panicked. Why would he be panicked? What had he done wrong?

Or . . . had he intentionally hidden the room from them?

Soos opened the door and the group walked in, Camo feeling a particular sense of deja vu. She wandered around again, not really sure what to do because she'd already explored the place. She watched as the twins investigated. Mabel blew some dust off a mirror and coughed from getting it in her face. Dipper saw a tag on the carpet that she hadn't actually spotted.

He kneeled down and read it. "Experiment 78. Grunkle Stan, what is this place?"

Camo answered before Stan could, actually. "I'm not sure, but I found it yesterday while you guys were at the pool. And if you look up here, there's a whole bunch of science trophies." She pointed to the shelf which held them.

"You were here yesterday?" Stan asked. His voice sounded . . . strained. "You know what? It doesn't matter. Just another room I gotta clean up now."

"This carpet is amazing!" Mabel said, making snow angels (shag angels?) in the middle of the symbol.

Stan walked by and deadpanned, "Yeah, if you're into things that are terrible."

Dipper, meanwhile, spotted the key hanging on a peg—she'd seen it too, she just hadn't cared—and grabbed it. "Problem solved! I'll move in here!"

"What? Why do you automatically get the room? We both saw it at the same time!"

"Guys, is there even a bed in here?" Camo frowned, looking around the room. It was also in a pretty bad state. They must really want to get their own rooms . . .

Stan spotted an opportunity. "Wait a second . . ." He plucked the key out of Dipper's hand. "So you both want this room, huh? I guess I'll give it to whichever one of you I like more." He pulled on one of his shoelaces. "Uh oh. Looks like my shoe's untied!"

They're not going to fall for it, she thought desperately. They're not that dumb.

They fell for it. They were that dumb.

Stan cackled. "To the kitchen! Fight! Fight!" He walked out, and Camo trailed him, reluctant but interested. He was a really bad guardian for these kids, if he instigated fights. The twins showed up and were elbowing each other incessantly. Honestly, if it was this bad, she doubted a room change would change anything. Stan held up the key. "All right, kids, here's how it's gonna go down. Whoever sucks up the hardest, gets the key to the new room." He glanced over at Camo. "You wanna play, Camo?"

She scoffed in response. "If I'd wanted that room, I would've taken the key when I was there yesterday." She'd only taken those glasses. They were sitting in her motel room at the moment.

"Grunkle Stan, we're not going to suck up to you just to get the new room," Dipper said with his eyes narrowed.

"Yeah we are!" his twin said.

"Ten suck up points for Mabel!"

"I mean, uh, yeah we are!" Dipper laughed nervously.

"Trying too hard. Minus fifteen suck up points."

"What?"

"Good decision, Grunkle Stan!"

"Trying way too hard! Plus 50 suck up points." The twins took a moment to give him their individual expressions that revealed their emotions. "Now, who wants to go retile the roof in searing 105 degree heat!" Dipper grabbed the bucket and ran off with his twin chasing him.

Camo watched them leave, dissatisfied. She turned to Stan and gave him a glare. "You know, they could get serious burns from that. Are their parents ever going to let you take care of them again if you make them do this stuff for your own amusement?"

"Ah, the burns'll be healed by the end of the summer," Stan said, dismissing the idea. Just then, they heard a high pitched scream that could've belonged to either of the twins, and they locked eyes. "They're fine." He sounded a lot like Mabel when he said that, honestly.

The day passed, eventually getting more and more quiet as the twins got worn out from all the work they were doing. At some point, Dipper showed up to the room (she was following him—not in a stalker-ish manner, but because she was interested) and sighed heavily. "All these chores will be worth it when I get this room. Shag carpeting . . . come on!" He sat down on the couch and removed his shoes, rubbing them on the carpet. She didn't see what happened next, because Mabel jostled her out of the way.

"Hey, brother. Don't get too comfortable. I just made Stan an omelet shaped like his own face. Face it. I'm like a suck up ninja! This room's as good as mine! You might as well give up now. What do you say?"

The twins started walking around in circles on the carpet in their socks. "I say, I'm gonna win this room somehow, and when I do, I'll finally have my own space and we'll never have to share anything ever again!." She noticed electric lightning going up and down his body, and she frowned slightly. That . . . wasn't normal . . .

They smacked each other, and there was a bright flash of light. She looked away, yelping. Mabel sat up and rubbed her head, saying, "Ugh . . . what happened?"

"Dipper?" Dipper said, and she frowned even more. "Why are you wearing my clothes? And my . . . face?!" He rubbed his face . . . no, she rubbed her face.

They'd switched bodies, hadn't they? Ugh, they were so dumb sometimes.

"Am I in your body?" They both looked at themselves in horror and took turns screaming. Dipper—no, Mabel vomited in the toilet and Dipper ran to the mirror and screamed. Camo watched in confusion as they ran around, and she stepped onto the carpet herself. "Camo! What are we going to do?!" the boy-in-his-sister's-body screamed.

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Ugh! You're no help at all!" He pushed her away, and, of course, that meant—

Camo opened her eyes and yelped, scrambling away from herself—no, Dipper. Scuff, that was weird. She stood up hesitantly. She was in Mabel's body now. Huh. She wasn't the tallest anymore. She spotted the tag and Dipper flipped it over. "Experiment 78: Electron Carpet. Atoms can swap electrons. This carpet must build up a static charge so powerful it can swap minds."

She snorted. It was so funny seeing that strained expression on her own face.

"It was the static electricity! Maybe we can use it to switch back!" He was rapidly clicking a pen.

Mabel gasped a sigh of relief. "Oh, I'm glad I'm switching back. If I was you, I would totally lose the contest."

Dipper thought for a second, then gasped. "Camo! You need to sabotage Mabel so I can win!"

She gave him a look. "No way! If I'm in Mabel's body, then I've finally got an excuse to wear her sweaters!" She turned to the other twin. "Mabel, forget about the room! You can wash his clothes now and he can't do a thing!"

The girls giggled mischievously and ran out, leaving Dipper on his own in the room.

Dipper sighed and sat down. This was so weird, and he couldn't do a thing. He looked in the mirror and shuddered. At least when he'd been in Mabel's body the face shape had been somewhat similar. Camo looked so different from him. And these glasses . . . ! Ugh, he hated them already! Did she have to deal with that every day?

At least she'd worn something manageable today. A jumper and jeans, and heavy-duty work boots. He pulled at the collar and huffed, sticking his hands in her pockets. This was freaky.

And he felt something in the pocket.

Interested, he pulled it out. It was her wallet. He looked through it—if he was in Camo's body, did it still count as an invasion of privacy?—and noticed that there wasn't a ton in there. Hadn't she mentioned at some point that she took extra hours to earn more money? So, either she spent it really, really fast, which didn't seem like the most Camo thing to do . . . or something else was going on.

There was also a keycard in there. He fished it out, reading it. Gravity Falls Motel. Why would she be staying at a motel? Didn't she stay with her grandma? Would her grandma be at the motel, too?

He had to solve this mystery. He walked out of the Shack, ignoring the laughing coming from the attic. He had to stay focused.

Wow, it was a really long walk to town. He usually didn't notice it, since Stan drove them most places, or they'd take their bikes. He'd never seen Camo's bike. Did she have one, or did she have to walk this far all the time?

Dipper arrived at the town proper and managed to figure out where the motel was. It said the room number on the keycard, thankfully, so he found the room and opened it up. It didn't seem like anyone else lived there. Stuff was strewn about on the counter, and most of the food was microwavable. In the bedroom, he found a closet with all her clothes—it didn't seem like that much, now that it was all in one place—and an unmade bed. There was only the one bed, and in the bathroom, there was only enough toiletries for one person. Evidence seemed to suggest she didn't live with anyone else.

Was she on her own?

It would explain a lot. Why he'd never met her family, why she was thirteen and already working extra hours on her job, why she was so responsible with money. He remembered that day on the lake, when she'd stayed back with Stan. She'd only been there because . . . something about her family being on a camping trip? But that must've been a lie, because there wasn't any family members here.

On the table in the main room, there was a sketchbook, full of cartoony people and dragons and all sorts of stuff. There were also some simpler drawings that looked like they weren't of the same 'style' as the rest, like they were pop culture things. But he didn't recognize any of them. As he flipped through the sketchbook, he noticed some weird comments in some of the margins. Ironic how only now I can get this hero down, isn't it? or Wow, Snap would hate this. He'd never heard of anybody named Snap.

There were a lot of books, most of them unfinished. An alarm set on her phone. The books, the sketchpad, and the phone seemed to be about all of the extra things she had. Not a lot, for someone on vacation.

These were interesting things to find out. He left the room, making sure the door clicked before heading back to the Shack. He was going to find out the answer.

"Why are you so interested in my sweaters?" Mabel asked Camo, who was trying them all on and seeing how it looked. Ooh, this one was awesome!

"Well, they're epic, y'know? I wish I could have one . . ." It would make the perfect addition to her wardrobe!

Mabel gave her a look. "You know I can make you one, right?"

Camo's eyes widened in amazement. "Yes! Yes please! That would be awesome!"

Their conversation was interrupted when two girls threw open the door. "Mabel!" a deep voice yelled, which of course was Grenda. It took Camo a second to realize that she was Mabel at the moment.

"Oh, hey, guys!" She tried for a grin, but on the inside she was gasping in horror. She knew what Mabel and her friends liked to talk about, and she hated talking about boys. The most interesting thing she'd ever had involving a relationship was that one time people had shipped her with some boy in sixth grade and she'd hit him on the head with a tennis racket. "I guess it's time for our . . ." She looked at Mabel nervously. "Sleepover?"

"Yeah!" the girls cheered.

"Alright, Dipper, out! This is a girls' party!" Grenda ordered, and Mabel's eyes widened. Camo's did too, honestly. There was no way that she'd be able to make it through this without her help.

She laughed nervously. "Uh, Dipper was just talking to me about how he secretly wants to join us! Yeah! Uh, I'm sure he'd be great at talking about boys."

Candy and Grenda narrowed her eyes at her, and Mabel broke in, "Yeah! That would be great!"

"Do you want to read my mom's age-inappropriate romance novels?" Grenda asked.

"Do I?!" Mabel yelled excitedly, and she really did sound like Dipper, and not just because of the voice. "What's the first one?"

"Ooh! 'Wolfman, Bare Chest'!" Grenda held up the book, which depicted a woman fainting in the arms of a buff werewolf. Camo resisted the urge to roll her eyes somehow. The big girl started to read. "My name is Gerard. I am a werewolf, creature of the night, but I am also a creature of passion." The other girls giggled (she was including Mabel in that), and somehow Camo didn't gag. Oh, wow, that was so dumb.

"Gerard is just so fierce," Mabel said, fanning her face.

"I know, right?" Grenda yelled. Oh, this was going to be torture.

Eventually, they moved to the board game they'd brought, the one with the phone. Camo sat on the floor, bored, as Mabel played with her friends. She pulled on her hair, aggravated. It was so dumb.

Where was Dipper? He'd ran off somewhere with her body, and now she couldn't switch back. Uuuuuugh—

A knock. Her own voice said, "Hey, uh, can I talk with, er, Mabel?", followed by a nervous laugh. Huh. Speak of the devil.

"Sure thing!" she said, getting to her feet. "You guys continue without me, okay? I'll be right back." She opened the door and saw Dipper looking at her with an odd expression. "What is it?"

"Can we . . . go somewhere private?" he asked, and she furrowed her brows, but she nodded. They went back to the body-switching room, and she wasn't expecting what happened next. "Camo . . . are you . . . living alone?"

She felt herself pale, but she tried to shrug it off. "No, what makes you say that?" But her voice sounded strained, even to her. He pulled out her wallet, and from that, her keycard. She closed her eyes. It was over. "You went through my stuff?" she whispered.

"Well, yeah . . . but, do you?"

She felt tears begin to prick at her eyes. "Yeah," she whispered. "I have been, all summer."

"Why . . . why didn't you say anything?"

"Because . . . I didn't want to worry you guys? I didn't want to explain why I've been doing this? I swear, there is a reason," she tacked on, "but . . . I can't explain it right now. I will eventually, but not right now, okay?"

He stared at her, and she looked back into her own eyes. ". . . okay," he answered, and she smiled weakly. They stepped onto the carpet, and she sighed in relief at being in her own body. Dipper, meanwhile, shuddered and pushed Mabel's hair out of his eyes. "This is still creepy."

"Yeah, but at least—" She was cut off by the girls coming in, asking about their game.

"C—Mabel!" Mabel said, looking at Dipper. "What the heck? It was your turn!"

"I'm not Camo anymore!" he defended himself. "We switched back! Come on, Mabel, gimme my body back! I hate being you!"

The twins switched back, and everyone sighed in relief. Then Candy and Grenda asked what was going on, and then everyone started switching around, and then Waddles (who was Soos, for some reason) and Old Man McGucket showed up, then the cops, and everyone was mixed up every which way. When Camo realized she was back in her own body now, she ran for the door, where she just stood and watched the chaos.

The twins ran upstairs to the attic at some point, and everyone got themselves situated. The twins came back down, and everyone was taken away. Eventually, Dipper turned to her, and said, "So, uh, Camo . . ."

She looked at Mabel. "Does she know?"

"He told me."

"We were talking, and . . . we want you to have the room."

She looked up in shock. "W-what? You guys were arguing over it all day!"

"Yeah, neither of us actually wanted to move out," Dipper admitted. "But, since you've been living alone and you basically live here anyway . . ."

She didn't say anything more. She just hugged the both of them tightly.

"Thank you," she whispered.