DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of Gravity Falls.
Author's Note: Hello untouched fandom in forever! Don't know if I'll make more this year, any thoughts my lovelies?!
Happy (Second) National Pancakes Day, First: February 28th!
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Dark brown eyes stare at the burnt stack in front of him. The 16 year old smiles reassuringly at his blonde girlfriend.
"Does this have Mabel's plastic dinosaurs in it?"
"I talked her out of it. But the juice does." Pacifica laughs nervously, turning away from Dipper at the table. Her backside facing from the stove. His eyes roam over her gentle frame in his T-shirt. Her bare legs mocking him to unlock their mysteries again as last night.
His chuckling gets her curious, turning slightly from attempting another batch of pancakes.
"Oh nothing Sweetheart. Just these are better then Grunkle Stan's Stancakes. As beautiful as her golden locks are, I wouldn't want them for breakfast."
They laugh together, when a glass shattering causes them to roll their eyes annoyed.
"MORNING BRO, BRO'S SWEETHEART!" Mabel yells from the hole she made with her newer grabbling hook.
Dipper sighs placing the fork down, an upset frown at Pacifica. Her blue eyes shifting between the twins' directions.
"She loved that thing. I don't regret buying her a new one."
"Your paying this time." Dipper states referring to the door, resuming his munching on the burnt pancakes.
THE END!