Dipper's POV:
Dipper knew that Mabel was interested in him, and not just because he knew about the demon magic at play. He had noticed all the signs and clues. The awkwardness, how quickly she had closed the journal, the glance in the mirror. He smiled on the inside while he adjusted the firewood in the firepit. He finished stacking and stood up, dusting off his began to try and strike the match, but each time the match failed to light.
"Here, let me help," Dipper said, bending down behind Mabel and resting his head on Mabel's shoulder while his arms reached around her. His hands touched Mabel's cool skin as he grabbed her hands to guide her.
She started to tremble but quickly stopped, but not quick enough to escape Dipper's keen observation skills. He smiled as he guided Mabel's hands, allowing her to light the match and start the fire. Dipper and Mabel blushed and quickly got up and moved in order to sit on logs, on opposing sides of the campfire. Both were gleeful on the inside, but neither showed it.
Grunkle Stan looked concerned at their separation. "Did you kids fight or something?" he asked.
"No," both the twins replied.
"You guys want s'mores?"
"Of course!"
When the marshmallows were all gone and the fire had begun to burn itself out, Grunkle Stan had said goodnight and gone to bed. The twins, who had not moved since they had sat down, could hear him in his tent snoring.
"Just so you know," Mabel tentatively began, but was silenced by Dipper.
"About what happened… by the fire. That didn't mean anything… did it?"
Mabel sighed and spoke quietly, almost whispering. "I'm not sure."