The two were, like always, walking down the hallways, now filled with lit lanterns installed on the old walls. The halls seemed more brighter now, Dipper thought, but he did miss the amazing view of the stars and night sky outside the windows of the mansion. The lanterns were lighting down a long hallway of more framed chilling paintings of old people in old gowns. Pacifica introduced each portrait as they continued walking down the hallway.

"Larry Northwest, the owner of one of Gravity Falls' first pubs, and became the 2nd most popular pub in the town around the time," Pacifica explained, pointing out to a young looking man with a felt cowboy hat. "However, the pub still lives in the Northwests' hearts."

"Here is Ursula Northwest, who lived her life as a circus performer travelling all around the U.S. and crashed into Gravity Falls and permanently stayed here, establishing one of the few mansion estates us Northwests own today. She still ran entertainment services around the town."

"On your left, the man with the glasses with golden rims is Peter Northwest, who donated a portion of Northwest history to the Gravity Falls library. He also wrote a few books of his own, but production has stopped of his novels after his death."

Dipper then turned over to a random portrait, and attempted to mimic Pacifica's knowledge of her family. "And this man is someone I don't know, Pacifica, clarify?" he asked nicely. Pacifica smiled, and slipped herself over to Dipper.

Pacifica then raised her head to look at a large painting of a man dressed in an old black and white suit, a cool top hat perched on his head, holding a cane under his hands. Pacifica stopped and gazed at the picture with a surprised look on her face, and nervously held her hands tightly. "That's my... that's my grandpa, Donovan Northwest. He was the last successor of the Northwest name before my father. He was one of the best Northwests I have ever known," Pacifica said. She seemed a little more serious on this introduction, and Dipper felt a wave of pity shock him.

"It seems he was the only person I trusted back when I was a kid. He was very, very, very kind and encouraged me to be nice too. He would normally take me on long vacations around the country and we would start charities to help those less fortunate then us, with some other business partners he knew. We did make a lot of money and a lot of differences, but one day we just found him lying in a hospital bed, his heart monitor dropping down each day I visited him. I was around the age of 9 when he... died."

Dipper looked at Pacifica, starting to feel guilty about bringing up a serious topic he blankly chose by picking a random portrait in the hall. He thought he saw tears starting to form in Pacifica's eyes, but he most likely thought he was imagining.

"That was around the time my parents started to boss me around. Even though they have been very strict about me ever since my birth, it was my grandpa who helped me take my worries away. But now that he's gone, I don't have control and freedom over my life anymore because of my parents. I have been ordered to do so much horrible things in my life since my parents thought that's what I did best, and that's what Northwests did best. Everyday of my life from then on, I always asked myself if I'm doing anything right. Am I becoming my grandpa? Or am I just losing myself because of my stupid parents? Am I slowly falling into a dark hole where I will become nothing but a stuck-up? Is there even a way to even help my parents to see the light and goodness in others? Or are they just selfish, greedy, lying monsters?!-"

The young girl realized then that she was pulling on her hair in frustration, her heart and voice starting to get gruff and anger starting to swell up in herself. She released her tight grip in her hair and took short breaths. Pacifica turned around slowly to check on Dipper, who was watching her with a bit of fear in his face. To prevent anything bad from happening again, Pacifica fixed the wild and dangling strands on her hair and placed her hands back on her side, and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry. My grandpa is a very serious topic, and I only talk about him with people I trust." Pacifica said, turning around to face Dipper properly. She attempted to get rid of the anger inside herself that was eager to explode. "I trust you, Dipper, so... please don't talk about my grandpa with anyone else- this unfortunately includes Mabel, too."

Dipper looked to the side and placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants. "Okay, I'll make sure." he said. Both of them quietly continued proceeding down the hallway, and Dipper noticed Pacifica wasn't pointing out the different paintings of her family. She was looking ahead with an annoyed face on. Dipper didn't know how to fix her, but then his face beamed, a new idea suddenly popping into his head. "Hey, do you wanna play a game?"

Pacifica slowed down her pace. She raised an eyebrow. "Game?"

"Well, yeah. Me and Mabel used to do this all the time when we go travelling, and we would make games out of no where and compete to see who does best," Dipper explained, following Pacifica's lead. "Normally we play this game called 'Categories'."

"Categories?" Pacifica echoed, intrigued by Dipper's explanation. "I think I heard this game before... can you explain the rules?"

"Sure." Dipper replied, as he moved a bit closer to Pacifica. "First, a certain topic is picked out, for example, fruit. The players take turns saying something from that one topic, or category. Let's say, I start off with apple. Now, you say a fruit."

Pacifica nodded, understanding the concept of the game, and tapped her chin with her index finger for a few seconds to come up with a fruit. She snapped her fingers once she came up with an answer. "Mangosteen," she replied with happiness in her voice. She smiled with pride at her choice, and placed her hands on her hips.

Dipper stopped in his tracks, and raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "What's a mangosteen?" he asked. "Never heard of it before."

Pacifica looked at him with a confused glance, stopping beside him as well.. "You never tried it before? It's one of my favorite fruits." she replied.

"I don't even think it's a fruit..." Dipper pointed out, and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

Pacifica crossed her arms and gave a tiny grin. "Fine, Mr. Smarty-Pants, have it your way. I choose an apple then, just like what you said."

"Ehhh," Dipper said, mimicking a buzzer sound. Pacifica jumped as his voice echoed though the hall. "You can't repeat something a player has already said."

Pacifica puffed up her cheeks in frustration and crossed her arms. She tapped on the floors with one of her heels. "Okay, then, how about grapes?" she asked, sounding annoyed. "Grapes have to work."

"Grapes, work, yes." Dipper replied, and gave a small and quiet round of applause for Pacifica. Pacifica cheered under her breath, and the both proceeded to walk.

"Okay, then my turn. I say... peach." Dipper said. "Your turn again."

"Banana," Pacifica answered. "Your turn."

"Orange."

"Strawberries."

"Mangoes."

"Cherries."

"Tomatoes."

Pacifica then immediately stopped in her tracks, and stared at Dipper with confusion. "Tomatoes are a vegetable, Dipper!" Pacifica laughed, and slapped Dipper's shoulder lightly. Dipper stopped as well, bit slower and more gentle on the tile, and blushed at Pacifica's contact. "No, they're actually a fruit. Search it up if you want to," Dipper explained, trying to persuade Pacifica in the most smartest way possible. The girl rolled her eyes and tied on a teasing smile. "Okay, okay, fine." she said.

"Okay, it seems you got the hang of the game," Dipper announced, both of them continuing their way down the lighted hallway. "We're changing the topic. How about..."

"Clothing? Let's do clothing, please!" Pacifica requested, and jumped over to Dipper's side, grabbing onto his shoulders playfully. Dipper tried to hold in his blush and a voice crack. He smiled at how close Pacifica was too his face, and how eager she looked to play the game.

He cleared his throat before answering, and slowly and gently took Pacifica's hands off his shoulders. "S-sure, we can do that." he croaked. He did miss Pacifica's touch, but her grip was too strong from Dipper to handle. Pacifica flashed a happy smile.

"Okay, I'll start. Different types of clothing, okay?" Pacifica cheered. "V-neck torsos."

Dipper smiled, and realized the depression in Pacifica has been removed. His plan was working.

"Um, okay... different types of clothing..." Dipper started, as the pair continued their small quest and adventure in the Northwest Mansion.