It had been a long time since Dipper had made pancakes. He remembered the Saturday mornings back home, working alongside Mabel and their mother, while also trying to keeping his twin from dumping too many sprinkles into the batter. He recalled not being much of a help, in fact messing things up quite a lot.

But there he was, watching the griddle like a hawk, trying to guess when to flip the half-pancake over.

Dipper had woken up early, before the sun had come up. Immediately, memories of Mabeling making out with him flooded his mind. He almost began to panic, until he remembered the last thing he said.

We're going to fix this, Mabel. I don't know how, but somehow we're gonna fix this together.

So Dipper hatched a plan. It wasn't great, but it was worth a shot. He needed to get Mabel to talk to him instead of hiding from him, and he hoped this plan would work.

Given that the pancake mix in the Shack had long expired, Dipper took a quick trip to the grocery store. The pancakes were a crucial part of the plan. He didn't call his plan Operation Pancake Trap for nothing.

Okay, step one. Set the trap. Dipper thought to himself. I just have to be patient.

Moments later, he heard a creak by the stairs. He didn't have to look to know it was Mabel, with the smell of her favorite breakfast dish drawing her to the kitchen.

He smiled. Gotcha. Then he mentally smacked himself for how creepy he made that sound in his head.

"Pancakes?" Mabel guessed as she walked in. "Aww. Dip, you shouldn't have."

Okay, step two. False sense of security. Dipper almost smacked himself for real for how twisted his thoughts sounded.

Dipper smiled. "Anything for my favorite twin. Also, nothing else in this old Shack was edible, so I figured why not?" He tensed up as he felt Mabel hug his back.

"Aww, you're so sweet!" She said. "You're my favorite bro-bro." With that, she released himm

Alright, last step. You can do this.

He turned fo face his twin. "Mabel, about last night-"

"I'm sorry!" She blurted out.

Dipper cocked his head in surprise. "What?" He was even more caught off guard when Mabel wrapped him in a hug.

"I'm so sorry." She repeated. "I don't know what came over me. I wasn't thinking straight. I was tired. I don't even know why it happened. I'm so, so sorry."

Dipper hugged his sister back. "It's okay, Mabel."

"I'm messed up." Mabel continued, starting to cry. "Something's wrong with me."

Dipper pulled away from the hug, but kept his hands on her shoulders. "Mabel, look at me. Nothing's wrong with you, okay? We just both made a mistake. Let's just move forward, okay?"

Mabel sniffled. "Are you sure things aren't... weird, between us?"

"You're my favorite twin. Nothing's gonna change that. Okay?"

Mabel put hands on her hips. "I'm your ONLY twin."

Dipper smiled. "Doesn't make it any less true."

"Dork." Mabel said to no one. She cleared her throat. "Oh, and Dip?"

"Yeah."

"Your pancakes are burning."

"DAMMIT!" Dipper rushed over to the griddle while Mabel laughed so hard that she nearly fell over. The pancakes were beyond saving, so he was forced to toss them out and pour new batter onto the griddle.

"Hey, Dippingsauce." Mabel spoke up. "When's the last time we did a movie marathon?"

Dipper thought about it. "I actually can't remember."

Mabel smiled. "You know what that means... time for another one!" She shouted triumphantly. "Lemme get into movie-watching clothes." With that, she ran up the stairs.

Dipper turned his attention back to the pancakes, relieved. The twins had finally resolved their problem and everything seemed to be back to normal. Almost.

I don't get it. He thought. I patched things up with Mabel. We're back to normal. And we're gonna spend the day doing nothing but watching movies and being lazy.

So, why do I feel like I made a big mistake?

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