Chapter POV focus is on Mabel this time! I got through this chapter pretty quick. I might be able to crank out Chapter Four today as well if I manage not to get distracted. ;)

As Mabel and Milah left Will's room and headed back down the hallway towards the main part of the house, Mabel took a moment to observe her sister.

After twenty years of being, well, being triplets, Mabel felt like she was pretty good at reading her siblings. Granted, she had always been better at reading Dipper, but that was simply due to the fact that Milah had always been a bit of a wild card. Mabel could never tell for certain what her little sister was thinking and this bugged her to no end.

While Dipper was insanely good at getting people to tell him what he wanted to know, Mabel's talent was through reading people. Watching and observing others to derive the information she needed.

So, not always being able to read Milah bothered her.

But, as they walked in silence, Mabel derived two things that were unusual just by observing her sister's body language.

First of all, there was a light bounce to her that she was to be repressing. Secondly, her eyes seemed more jovial than normal. Granted, they looked angry, but jovial nonetheless.

And that was all. Everything else seemed normal for Milah.

However, Mabel felt like there was something else, something unreachable that was hidden just below the surface. And the need to know what it was was like a burning fire in the mind of the eldest Gleeful triplet.

When they reached the main room, Dipper was already waiting.

His smile appeared upon seeing them and he was at the youngest's side instantly, apologizing for upsetting her. He made no mention of Will. It was as if the dream demon had never been a part of the situation at all.

Mabel rolled her eyes as they headed out, Dipper doting on Milah and giving her promises that he could never keep.

As they walked down the street-Dipper had always insisted that being out in the public was the best possible form of advertising and therefore was the best way to get people to go to their show-Mabel continued to watch Milah.

Something was different. But she couldn't tell what it was. But there was definitely something.

They had to go pick up Mabel's new throwing knives for their upcoming show. Granted, she had plenty of other perfectly good knives, but new ones were always nice.

"Ooh, look at all the pretties!" Mabel gushed as they walked into the shop.

Dipper cringed slightly. "Can you please not talk about throwing knives the same way you talk about shoes?"

Mabel gave her brother one of her sickly sweet laughs. "No can-do, brother dear." And with that she strolled up to the counter to pick up her order, all the while keeping an eye on Milah for a sign of, well, anything.

Dipper said something to Milah and she laughed and-there it was!

There was a stark difference, Mabel noticed, in the laughter Milah had just let out and the laughter she usually had. Milah's laughter was always genuine when it came to her siblings. However, the one she just gave Dipper was fake.

A quick glance at Dipper said that he didn't notice anything different.

But the eldest could tell that Milah-as hard as she tried to hide it-was furious with Dipper. But why?

The siblings headed out of the shop with Mabel still lost in thought. She was only pulled out by her brother suddenly snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"What?" she snapped, irritated that her train of thought had been broken.

"I said, are you coming with? We're getting ice cream." Dipper said, uncaring of her irritation.

"Brother dear, we're twenty years old. Aren't we a little old for ice cream trips?" Mabel asked.

Dipper gave a laugh. A sharp, controlling, uncaring laugh. "Nope. Let's go."

As they walked, Dipper turned to Mabel. "What were you thinking about anyways? It had to be something important if you were that deep in thought."

Mabel opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. She didn't know for sure what was going on yet, so why say anything? All she had for sure was that Milah was, for some unknown reason, furious with Dipper. That wasn't much to go on. If anything, saying that would most likely just set him off. Then her observations would get nowhere. It would just be better to keep it to herself until she had more information. She needed to talk directly to Milah.

"Nothing, brother dear. I just don't know if I should get a new pair of shoes for the show or not seeing as how we're already out." She said smoothly.

Dipper gave her an incredulous look and scoffed. "You have plenty already, now come on."

The triplets got their ice cream and Dipper started talking to a group of what were obviously tourists, giving Mabel the chance to talk to her sister.

"What's wrong, sister dear?" Mabel asked.

Milah looked up from her ice cream. "Huh? Oh, nothing, Mabel. Just thinking about some stuff."

Mabel instantly switched tactics.

"Do you know what happened this morning? I completely missed it. What did Dipper do?" Granted, Mabel already knew what had happened, but if she got the reaction she was looking for, she had all the information she needed.

Milah's eyes narrowed as she glared at the ice cream on her spoon for a moment before angrily shoving it in her mouth. "Dipper hit Will." she stated rather bluntly.

Bingo. Mabel had to stop herself from grinning in triumph. It was about Will. Not only did that pathetic excuse of a demon care for her sister, but her sister cared for him in return.

But to what extent?

It would be better to keep all of her observations to herself. Dipper didn't need to know...yet.

As they sat there, Mabel talking quietly with Milah and Dipper entertaining the tourists, they almost completely missed someone walking by.

But Mabel couldn't ever possibly miss him whenever he was within a five-mile radius of her.

I mean, after all, it was Gideon Pines after all.

Woo-hoo! Gideon! Don't forget to review! I live vicariously through other's praise!