Stan was heard shouting about wagons and circling as the travelers guided the two locals through the town. Sans and Ink turned to give the man a deadpan. Sans turned to Ink, "didn't you tell him about today?"

Ink looked confused, "I thought you asked Chiron to say something."

Sans looked up into Ink's eyes with a deadpan stare. "Chiron had already taken off when I said something."

Ink shrugged as he responded. "Well, if you don't like my excuse, think of your own."

The four young ones chuckled over their interactions, Rosie and Alastor just rolled their eyes, an amused smile upon each of their faces. Plagg had stayed back at home, having set up for this to be a day off for the three kwami, with Sans promising to play hero so they could relax. So Plagg and Tiki could have a little date, while Pollen got to take a me day at the shack, food was prepared beforehand so they could have something to eat. Sans thought that the three would have the attic, while Stan sat in the living room, until now that is. Guess the three had the whole house to themselves now.

Chiron had managed to turn fully human, if not for the antlers and the dear ears, Elise enjoys scratching them. Speaking of said girl, she was happy to finally be back in fashion designer clothing, having been able to take a shower with her usual level of care that she hadn't been able to since all this started. Although she did keep her sweater that Mabel made for her, the deer looking at the big dipper, she would be honest and say sweaters during summer were not her thing.

She was now wearing a pink sundress, along with a pair of spandex leggings and her usual shoes. A nice purple designer jacket, one thin enough to be comfortable during summer, and for some reason, she has yet to stop decorating herself with the bedazzled jewels, having too much fun to stop, Rosie always finding it fun to help her out, sisterly bonding that never failed to brighten their morning.

Sans had been able to keep his thirteen-year-old form after he regained it in the previous world, while Ink, much to Rosie's disappointment, started to use his adult form more often, making him the tallest. Her shoulder devil and shoulder succubus missed his company.

Alastor and Rosie thought about their own powered up forms after thinking on those of their friends. Unlike their friends they didn't seem to lose much and only gained from the experience. They compared their new forms to that of sinners back in Hell and with them able to transform themselves to look normal they might as well be. They felt they would be slightly closer to their namesakes and mentors and figured if they did die back in their world they wouldn't even change at all. Overall they aren't upset by what Ford did to their bodies… they are more upset with the betrayal than anything else.

As they were moving along the street, they were watching as people acted like it was 1863. They could see the draw of the festival, and understood why the whole thing was celebrated. They could also understand where Stan was coming from, because these guys could take this day a little too far.

Sans in particular understood this from his times traveling the multiverse, after he spent a bit of time in a reversed timeflow world. Now that universe was a trip. Sans hadn't really interacted with others in his visits, mostly acting behind the scenes and just moving this or that to prevent bad endings and protect innocent bystanders, constantly on the lookout for a place that he could belong, in worlds that don't want him.

There were also worlds that wanted him too much, which he just noped right out.

As the gang heard the call for the commencement ceremony, they found a proper pleasant family, which both felt and looked happier than the one they usually saw. This time, as Pacifica called for audience participation, Sans placed his hand on Pacifica's shoulder as Mabel got there. "Forgive us for not being dressed properly, Mabel hadn't time to prepare for the festival, and the rest of us enjoy mocking the usual Northwest family we deal with."

Pacifica honestly looked a little hurt as she stared at Sans. "What do you mean? Aren't we friends?"

Alastor popped up on Mabel's left and Rosie on her right, as Alastor explained. "Yes, we are. However, you're not this kind in every world. Preston has actually been one of the biggest headaches we deal with in other realms."

Ink rose up from beneath the stage, before taking his adult form beside Preston. "Yeah, I mean you are the reason I'm dead in my timeline, and commonly, you're rather abusive towards your daughter. To the point she shuts up and bows her head when you ring a bell."

Preston had a look of disgust on his face as he heard that. Pacifica and Priscilla looked really uncomfortable. Sans was the one to speak up next. "But hey, don't worry about it. By the very nature of the multiverse, you can say anything about anyone and it would be technically true. Like, you're the owner of a candy factory that is years ahead of its time. Or you're Bubba's favorite."

Alastor and Rosie smiled as they started in on the joke, passing it back and forth. "You're the town bicycle that loves it when people do her in the ass." "You are the dancing queen, from Crystal Street, that everybody tips." "Everybody has their favorite toy, but your favorite toy is everybody." "You're a homosexual that fell in love with your best friend George from high school, and you eloped because your parents didn't approve."

Sans began to question what he started as several people started to chuckle over the scenarios the two thought up. Preston thought about a George he knew from high school, wondering if what these kids said applied to him in this timeline. It would explain why he was too nice to him.

Chiron stepped up and pulled the two back as he spoke up, "I think we get the idea guys."

Sans chuckled nervously as he continued. "All in all, you guys are magnitudes better than your doppelgangers from the previous timelines. Don't even get me started on the versions of you I met before I got drawn in with these clowns. I have seen you as the town koot, a hippie, a lifeguard, Mr. Mystery, a woman."

Ink smacked Sans upside the head. "You stopped helping."

Dipper looked nervous as he stepped over to Preston, speaking low so not many heard him. "I also need to speak to you about an important matter I recently found, and it impacts all of you guys, the Northwest clan as a whole."

Pacifica looked to have a bit of sweat on her brow as she heard, and could only think of a single thing that would impact her family seriously like that. Dipper smiled at Pacifica as she shyly smiled back, giving Dipper a different impression than the truth, but was taken in a positive light as he blushed a little.

Preston smirked at the two as he waved the guests away. "Well, we still have to finish up here, so if you wait around for a minute, we can talk when we're done."

It didn't actually take too long for the little speeches and pictures to finish, not many people wanted to participate due to wanting to go enjoy the festivities. The Northwest family stepped up to talk with Dipper as he pulled out the journal, and though he felt nervous over talking about this, he felt he had to.

"Mr. Northwest…"

Preston chuckled, interrupting the boy, "please my boy, call me Preston. You have proven to be a great friend to Pacifica, as well as a true hero for all your hard work as Black Cat. Those are not boots that are easily filled I will say, but after what you did fighting those Manotaurs, a little respect is the least I can give."

Dipper looked slightly nervous as he heard that, fidgeting slightly. Preston smiled at the boy as he spoke up again. "Listen son, that uniform is just like the ones worn by the police. It chose you because it saw in you, someone worthy to wield the power it gives."

Dipper sighed as he looked around at the others. "But what if I fail to uphold the image everyone sees the Black Cat as? I know I'm not perfect, and every…"

Sans was the one to interrupt the boy this time. "Your human kid, you're not born to be perfect, you're born to be you. The miraculous chose you, because of who you are, not because you were perfect. And trust me, perfection is really overrated."

Sans was a bit stiff as he finished talking, rubbing his left arm as he took deep breaths. Alastor knew the guy was talking about what Bill did to him concerning his body, and he couldn't honestly blame him for being fidgety over it. He has killed stronger creatures for less after all.

Dipper shook himself a bit before speaking up. "Back to what I need to talk with you over, I found something in this journal. It's about a conspiracy over the founding of Gravity Falls, and it talks about how Nathaniel Northwest wasn't the one who founded the town. I felt that I should bring this up with you due to how much it impacts your family. You have a right to know after all."

Preston smiled at the boy as he responded. "Thank you my boy, it does mean a bit that you would bring this to my attention. Do your alternate selves have anything to say about this?"

Sans chuckled, drawing everyone's attention. "The existence of the conspiracy usually implies the truth of it, but then again, it could also be false. I know worlds where it was just the ramblings of the crazy, and have lived through a world where it was true. We can't be sure unless we follow the clues, but don't expect us to spoil the fun by giving the answers, we have each gone through it and found the answers ourselves. And now it's your turn to follow the clues and discover the truth of Gravity Falls' founding. At least this time you can have a girlfriend and sister helping you."

Dipper and Pacifica blushed as Preston chuckled over their reaction. Chiron waved them off as he and Elise walked off to enjoy the festivities. "Sorry, but after dealing with this crap once, I ain't doing it again."

Ink shrugged as he followed the two to keep an eye on them. Rosie and Alastor, after dealing with all this themselves, were curious how these versions would handle the clues that would lead them on a merry chase through the Falls.

The obvious first stop, according to Dipper, was the library. As the six entered to do their research, Sans chuckled over Dipper and Pacifica grabbing a couple books and checking over the symbols, not noticing how Alastor and Rosie gave him questioning looks as he slid the paper to Mabel.

Dipper opened one and started to name off the forms of ciphers there, before he started to speak aloud to give his thoughts. "There appear to be plenty of symbols, but I can't find the key for reference. The symbols also lack order to place them within a normal cipher. What methods can we use to decide which symbols are keys, and which is just noise to hide the actual code. This symbol here is the alchemical symbol for fire, so maybe a flame will reveal a hidden message?"

Pacifica sighed as she spoke up, "as long as we don't set it on fire."

As Dipper grabbed the nearby candle, he and Pacifica turned to check with the clue, only to find Mabel sitting there wearing a paper hat. Rosie and Alastor were standing by, expecting things to be as long and difficult as their own, until Dipper and Pacifica pointed out the map Mabel made.

The two sinners had a twitch in their eye as Mabel looked embarrassed over her actions, though Sans was sitting next to them as he praised Mabel for solving such an easy puzzle. Rosie and Alastor looked at each other as they heard Sans, both partially annoyed at how easily Mabel was able to figure out the puzzle. It took them much longer and resorted to a spell to reveal a pathway. Even then the spell took a while to present a result they needed. They weren't upset with Mabel but the creator of the puzzle in the first place. Their musing was broken once they realized that the group was figuring out their next move.

Dipper and Pacifica were quick to decipher the location the hat map led them to. The group just walked into the museum as it was free for the day, Mabel asking about stealing Thomas Jefferson's ribcage, bringing a chuckle out of Alastor and Rosie, until Sans asked how the kids wanted to deal with the next clue as they reached the stupid painting.

Rosie and Alastor were both able to take a breath as they realized this one was just a simple manner of perspective. Not as hard as the first clue, but they were still annoyed as they heard Mabel gasp, turning to find her pointing at the painting while hanging upside down on the bench.

Sans chuckled, "Mabel got bored, so she decided to flip her perspective. Allowing her to solve this step slightly quicker than even my own twin had."

Sans was smiling as he applauded the girl for solving the clue, missing how the twin sinners were twitching at his words. Sans was rubbing it in at this point, though they could see he was encouraging Mabel and making her feel special as she solved the clues. The girl was blushing at all the praising he was doing, and it looked absolutely adorable.

Now if only Sans didn't continue to talk about how easy this was for her, asking how she could easily solve these clues, making comments of her genius. They were forced to use a spell to shift the clue around without anyone noticing but Mabel didn't even slow down.

Sans could be forgiven for his lack of tact with the sinners, seeing as this conspiracy was never brought up in detail, just knowing they dealt with it and left it there. But Sans was downplaying the difficulty of these clues, and as they walked to the cemetery, he just kept the friendly ribbing going as it looked like it was Sans and Mabel working to solve the clues as a team against Dipper and Pacifica.

Sans was just goofing around, making a joke of the serious conspiracy that the author failed to decipher, that they hated deciphering. Sans was having fun with Mabel as they teased Dipper and Pacifica, and with as fast as this was going, Alastor and Rosie were having trouble finding the fun in it after what they went through with their own. This was pissing them off, and Sans wasn't helping.

Sans wouldn't be getting on their nerves, if he would stop talking about how easy this stupid quest usually was, even with the police after them. So it was common for Mabel to easily solve these clues, while they avoided being kidnapped by the police, and solved the clues within short times due to the girl's silliness, leading to them having to worry over being taken to Washington D.C. and left there, never to return. Sans had caved and told them the name of the real founder, telling them that only the man himself would know the answer, if he was there at the end of these breadcrumbs. Because the clues may just lead to a small vault of confidential secrets they were not supposed to know, and the author could just be blowing hot air.

It has happened before according to Sans, in one timeline Ford was so frustrated over something to do with the Northwest family, he took the conspiracy as proof of their wrong doings, and assumed it revealed the truth, only to find out that he was wrong in the end. That timeline, while they did find Quentin Trembley, he wasn't the actual founder, but he did still hide there. There were also timelines where Trembley knew Nathaniel and was friends with him, and they co-found Gravity Falls.

Alastor and Rosie were just calming down from listening to Sans talk about the multiverse again, this becoming rather common from the guy after their visit with Fin, kind of makes them wonder why the sudden openness from him about it. Mabel interrupted their thoughts as she called for their attention as she messed with the angel statue and giggled as she made it pick her nose, before she bumped the finger and caused the entrance to the secret vault to open, once again proving her silliness solved the problem faster than they had.

Sans chuckled, "looks like Mabel is on a roll with these. Maybe some of us should try to ogle their girlfriends less so they can focus on the issue at hand."

Even as Sans smirked and pointedly looked at Dipper and Pacifica, nudging the boy so he knew he was teasing and just goofing around, even as he said 'wink' 'wink' as he did just that. Rosie and Alastor couldn't help but feel the sting of the words as they heard them.

Rosie and Alastor just grew more and more frustrated over this, seeing as Sans started to explain to Dipper how he and the author had similar thought processes and ran into the same problems, while the person that hid these secrets was simply too silly for someone that took things seriously to figure out easily. Someone serious could figure it out, but it would be difficult and possibly obnoxious for them to handle, possibly annoying as well.

Sans grabbed Mabel before she could step on the button to set off the darts, quickly shortcutting them all over the booby trap. Sans had realized how silent Rosie and Alastor were since they started, so in order to pull them into the fun, as they reached the cavern, he turned to address the two, and realized how forced their smiles were. The two looked rather angry over something. "Whazzup dudes? Notice something new here you guys didn't get? Pretty sure no one will notice you taking an item or two if none of us mention it."

Alastor and Rosie took deep breaths, in through the nose before releasing it through their mouths, repeating three more times. Rosie gave Sans a bit of a dirty look. "You should really learn when to cut the jokes, Sansy. This quest was very annoying for us to deal with when we did it, and you pointing out how easy it all is, isn't helping."

Sans sighed as he calmed his smile some. "Sorry Rose, I didn't mean for it all to bug you guys. I seriously thought you had an easy time with the clues as we all did. Have you really lost all the silliness from before your vacay in hell?"

Rosie pouted as she looked off to the side, something catching her attention as Alastor responded to Sans. "Really Sans? You expect us to keep such a notion when we studied and thrived in Hell? A place where such things would only cause you grief and if you are lucky would only rob you. A place where they would easily kill you, eat you, rape you, and sometimes all three at the same time."

"I mostly lost such silly feelings long ago," Rosie confessed as she studied a table and the objects on it. "The ones that have such silliness and freely express them either end up dead or worse quickly or have a higher rank and power that they can afford to. I know someone my younger self would bounce her silliness off easily but she was the second or third most powerful being in Hell so she didn't have to worry about what problems being silly can cause, but I am not that lucky and I will not make that mistake again." She picked up one of the items and studied it. "I will admit I have a tiny, tiny sliver of innocence inside of me that might have done it easily but I am no longer that girl."

Rosie pointed what looked like a plastic gun with a small plunger dart bullet, a child's toy that people would shoot and the plunger would stick to the target. A little click later, making sure it was all in order, Rosie spoke up. "Hold still and let me hit you with this, then I will forgive you."

Taking aim, Rosie pulled the trigger, launching the little plunger right into Sans' forehead, aiming to give him a horn for their walk home, just a little harmless goofing. Until she felt a drain on her magic, as the plunger went off in a pink streak, and hit Sans with enough force to launch him backwards into a block of peanut brittle that promptly collapsed onto him.

A man that was within the peanut brittle started to speak. "Tis I, President Sir Lord Quentin Trembley III, Esq. Finally free of my delicious tomb." Trembley proceeded to rip his pants off.

He was ignored as the group shouted for Sans and rushed to clear the rubble off him. Though as they found him, he was strangely enough in a different outfit. His usual blue jacket was now purple with light blue fluff along the collar and hem, his shirt underneath was still red, but short enough to show off his abs, while his pants now looked to be leather, leading down into a pair of light blue leather boots. His pants were also low enough to show off his adonis belt, his body having slimmed down some, to a more streamlined look.

As Sans opened his eyes, shaking off more pieces of brittle out of his hair, and brushing it from the fluff of his coat. They took notice of the fingerless gloves that didn't hide the scars along his wrists, before he looked up, allowing everyone to notice he now had glowing heart shaped pupils, the left was purple while the right was blue. "If you really wanted to be rough with me darling, you could have just asked."

Sans stood up and finished brushing the candy off his clothing. "I know how sweet I can be, but this is a little silly, am I right?" Sans was actually standing slightly taller than usual, instead of being pectoral height to Alastor, he was now nose height.

As Sans was brushing candy off himself, he wound up tugging a bit at the scar along his adonis belt, which caused the skin to be pulled at, showing it to be another scar similar to the ones on his face that reveal his monster form. The kids shivered upon noticing it, having not really gotten the story of how he had gotten the scars they did see, and were now a little scared, seeing as they could see a good number of them with just what was visible on his abs. They also really hoped he never rubbed his abs again, because none of them enjoyed seeing his spine.

Trembley looked the toy gun over, before chuckling. "I remember this device. It was made during the recording of the moon landing, they managed to make a device that made the inhaling sound, along with a 'pew' 'pew' sound. They did excellent work, giving it the proper sounds for both charging and firing while still giving a little light show on occasion."

Sans stepped over and looked the device over as he gave his own opinion. "Well, I can see what happened. This device draws in nearby energy before releasing it into the ammunition, which injects it into whatever it hits. So, what did you hit?"

Rosie, after realizing what she had done to Sans, pondered on what to say. Finally after a few moments she simply said, "...I'm not apologizing."

While Alastor had no response to her, knowing his sister as he did, the kids were surprised. Before they could speak up about her doing that to Sans, said boy looked confused. "Apologize? I feel I should apologize to you, after what I said, assuming like I did, hurting the feelings of someone I hold near and dear to my heart, makes me upset at myself."

Sans stepped up to Rosie, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her flush against his broad chest, his tongue hanging from his mouth was glowing purple, the aroma his saliva was giving off as he ran it along her neck. "I hope there is something I can do for you to forgive me, Onee-sama."

Rosie was able to sense and feel the effects of the saliva, it was an aphrodisiac, not one to inhibit her, but to increase her sensitivity. She sensed that Sans wasn't using magic with it, so it was just a natural effect of his saliva, as her neck felt really tingly. And the fact he booped her nose without trying, showed he could extend the length of his tongue as long as he wanted it to go.

A grin broke upon Rosie's face as she told him, "you sure you want to do this brother? You want to rile up a sexual predator like me?"

Sans chuckled before pulling away and gave her a wink, "I have no idea what you mean sis. Just making sure I can make it up to you." He moved back towards while stretching as if getting used to how his body was.

Rosie giggled before striding towards Sans, a sway to her step. Sans grins as he noticed this while raising a brow, "Oh are you approaching me? Instead of running and cooling down you are coming right to me?"

Rosie giggled, "I can't fuck with you or outright fuck you without getting closer."

Sans laughed, "then come as close as you like."

Alastor rolled his eyes at them acting up and figured out what happened. "His short term memory is jumbled, he recalls everything up until a little before your magic infected him. It might be due to his unstable existence, he removed himself from his dimension and reset it, forcing his 'variable' as he and Fin put it, into a moldable state. Your magic is influencing his origin realm I guess. This is a Sans that came from a more perverted world, a "Lust" world, probably due to how in tune with your lust you are. This does make me curious how he would react to magic from others such as myself. I would have to speak with Sans over this later, when he is more himself."

Sans rolled his eyes at Alastor, "I have all my memories and intellect intact. Though by what you say, I could compare this similarly to being tipsy. I guess you could say, I'm a little love drunk? I am still the same Sans, just in a sexier package, all that little gun did was shift my core magic alignment, which swapped around my personality for a different Sans. Maybe if this happened when I visited the actual Lust Falls, I could have had more fun."

Pacifica was the only one staring at Sans and Rosie fully blushing and ignoring Trembley. Pacifica found the scene to be steamy, being unrelated to either and crushing on the one, this was actually rather hot to her. Mabel had already fainted when she watched her brother sexually harass her alternate self with his tongue, Sans was not wearing enough clothes for that hug to be comfortable for their young minds.

Dipper was the one to speak up. "Okay, can we not have this happen in front of us, because I do not want to watch me fuck my sister."

Turning to Trembley, Dipper yelled at him. "And you, go put your pants back on already!"

Trembley acted as if the two young teens weren't even there as he turned to Dipper. "I am sorry my good lad, but I cannot. Pants are all about restrictions, which is completely against the American way of freedom and liberty. That is why I made the "Depantsipation Proclamation" back when I first became president."

Mabel regained her consciousness in time to hear Trembley. "That's why I wear skirts."

Dipper groaned as he went and found the documents he needed, reading a couple, before grabbing the film reel that was labeled "Gravity Falls Founder Coverup" and began the long walk back to the surface. "I hope you guys know how to fix all this."

Pacifica followed Dipper as she held onto his arm as they walked out of the cave, followed closely by Mabel who wanted to avoid the thought of them doing what Rosie and Sans were implying. Dipper would admit to only himself that yes, he had an attractive sister, though her being his twin made that thought feel a little narcissistic. Mabel was attractive, and since he now knew what she would look like as a teen, which his brain had trouble seeing the two as the same person with how different they were, he could see her beating the guys off with a stick, or microphone if she had the same powers as Alastor.

Sans shrugged as he answered the boy. "All I should have to do is shoot the gun myself. Whether I hit Rosie with the magic probably won't stop me from getting it all out."

The three kids stop as they slowly turn to Sans, each with a deadpan at his choice in words, Sans merely wore a knowing smile. "I can blast a couple people with a shot if they really want to take a load."

The three kids groaned as they sped up to escape the terrible innuendos, Trembley following close behind as he acted like nothing was wrong, still not wearing any pants.

As soon as they exit the tomb/underground entrance and into the graveyard, Trembley was entertaining the kids with stories of the time when he was alive and before he became President by winning in a landslide. "Don't you mean by a landslide?" "No, I mean there was a landslide during an outdoor debate between those running. I survived and won by default."

This included stories of George Washinton and Thomas Jefferson as they were alive when he was around and other lesser known founding fathers like Alexander Hamilton. "So Hamilton and Jefferson hated each other, always wanting to get George Washinton's attention while they were in office. Personally…I always thought Washinton was a jerk after one prank he pulled on me."

As they got closer into town as he told more of his stories as well as his actions while in office, Alastor and Rosie stayed back and held back their groans as Trembley kept going. "I am glad we left him back in our world," Alastor admitted lower to his sister so the others couldn't hear. "Even if we could have him keep the secret so Pacifica can keep her influence in the town, I think I might have ended up killing him out of annoyance."

"Yes we seem to have dodged a bullet there," Rosie agreed. "Thankfully we don't have to worry about anyone else finding and freeing the pain in the ass. Remind me to have our Pacifica really give us gratitude for not having to deal with him."

Alastor grinned, "yes that would make me feel better."

As the crew made their way back to the town square, they met up with Preston and Priscilla as they were making their way to the limo, slightly worried over their safety, but confident the ones that were watching over them would keep them safe.

Dipper stepped up to Preston as he handed the man the items. "Apparently the coverup is true. This is Trembley, the real founder, he is also the eighth and a half president, who won the election due to a landslide. We listened to him describe the whole situation to us as we made our way back, but the details should also be on that film reel. This is getting to be a long day, so I am going to go home, eat some pizza, and go to bed. I leave what happens with that info to you."

Preston looked a little lost, until he noticed how Sans looked, and couldn't help the lost look he gained. Pacifica sighed, "I will explain when we get home dad."

Trembley smiled as he stepped forward. "It is nice to meet you, descendant of Nathaniel. I see you are already acquainted with my recent congressman, Roderick, and Miss Northwest here."

Dipper's eye twitched as Trembley got his name wrong, again, at least he gave him the president's key. As Trembley bid them adieu, he jumped backwards onto a horse and raced off into the sunset. Preston and Priscilla both watched as the man left, both baffled by it all. Preston put the stuff away as he looked among the young party. "What say, we head out and grab some real dinner, we can even go and invite your uncle. I recall hearing he got stuck in the stockades earlier, someone said something about a boy throwing tomatoes at him. We can also get the story behind how that man was alive."

Mabel giggled as she shouted about being a congressman, while Pacifica showed them the negative twelve dollar bill he gave her. Dipper sighed as they reached Stan and he freed the man with the key. "He sealed himself in a block of peanut brittle, it somehow kept him alive, Rosie shot Sans turning him into a pervert, ("I am still not apologizing.") and that about wraps up the not serious stuff."

How the boy counted shooting Sans and altering his personality as not serious, they will never know. As the crew all went for something to eat, they met up with Chiron, Elise, and Ink, all of whom had a fun time with the festivities, Elise even had a bag of candy Chiron bought for her.