As Mabel prepared dinner for three, Dipper silently watched from the kitchen's entryway. "How long do you plan to stare at me like a creeper?" She questioned while finishing up the beef stew she had be asked to prepare. "How long is it going to take for your little boyfriend to come talk to me?" Dipper knew he wouldn't be getting any answers out of her. "When he feels like it, I guess?" There was much unease with this response, though it could've been, because of Mabel's sweater sleeves attempting to unite with an open flame.
There wasn't much point in Dipper's inquisition, though there was rarely much of a point to anything Dipper did anymore. He supposed he'd just have to wait and see which loser his goofball of a sister was falling for this time. There was absolutely no way this mystery guy could be Bill. Not with how happy Mabel was. That thing only brought about great misfortune wherever it was summoned.
"Hey kids!" Greeted Grunkle Stan, as he finally reentered the shack. "How's Soos holding up?" Mabel asked, as she had been concerned for quite some time. "Oh he'll be fine. Glad I don't have to cover his heath insurance!" The old man laughed, joining his niece in the kitchen. Both twins rolled their eyes, but were relieved to know their long-term friend was well on his way to recovery.
Once the stew was done, Mabel served up dinner and the three adults ate in a blissful silence. Dipper was especially hungry and helped himself to three servings, before Mabel had to remind him that their dinner was also their breakfast and lunch. Stan had mentioned his new favorite soap opera was going to be on that night, so the twins decided to spend their evening upstairs.
Despite the amount of time that passed, the siblings still shared their love for mini golf. They built yet another in-room course to play through and enjoyed an evening of friendly competition.
When it was time for bed, Mabel had suggested playing a soft soundtrack of tranquil noises she had "borrowed" from the gift shop. Gentle sounds of waves along the coast and rather tame seagulls lulled the two to sleep.
Mabel found herself in a dream of what she imagined was to be the Oregon coast. "Fancy seeing you here." called a familiar voice as she turned to face the water. A man with dirty blonde hair and amber eyes greeted. "Hey Bill!" Mabel grinned wide at her good friend. "Hey there Shooting Star." He chuckled and took his place beside the human. "It's been so long since I've seen a beach like this…" Mabel commented, letting herself topple over onto the sand, pulling the demon down with her. "Haha! Yeah, it really is something to behold huh?" "I wish we could really go to the coast." The woman whined, letting herself sprawl out on the ground. "What's stopping us? I could easily take you there while you're awake, if you'd like." Mabel perked up at this. "Really?!" She was so easily impressed, that the demon had to suppress a laugh. "Of course I can~! I have a body now and you've got a day off coming up, right?" A big smile spread across her face, only faltering for a moment. "I don't think I brought a swim suit…" "You won't really need one. The water is pretty cold and I doubt you'd want to be fully exposed to it." The demon explained. "There are lots of places to go and things to do besides swimming in freezing water." Unsure of what to say, Mabel simply nodded and enjoyed the rays of the setting sun. Bill smiled down at his unsuspecting prey. 'All I need to do is get Shooting Star alone. She's so trusting and open minded, that she'll cling onto my every word as law. Set it up like a date and Star's as good as mine.' On the other side of the room, Dipper was having a less than pleasant night.