AN: ik that this is SUPER short but since i did that little self promo thing i felt obligated to at least write something so ya. here is something that came out of my head that is probably not even relevant to the big story as a whole at all! :)

Dipper's POV

The next morning Mabel and my mom wouldn't come out of their rooms and Pacifica had locked herself into the bathroom calming she was just too "hideous" for anyone to see. She was still half asleep and the last time I had yelled at her to get out she had mumbled something about wanting to see you lawyer. Dipper imagined her still sleeping in the tub, towels piled around her like pillows and blankets.

Dipper was nervous of what his mom would think if she found out Pacifica had stayed over, so in an attempt to lure her out Dipper decided to make a fancy breakfast, french toast, smoothies, OJ, bacon, fruit, stancakes, and a big jug of syrup. Everything was all set on the table, waiting, before he even got a reaction.

Pacifica yelled at him, "Is that bacon I smell?"

Relieved that she had actually started to respond I replied, "You can have all of it if you come out right now!"

I heard the lock click and the bathroom door slowly creaked open. Then out came Pacifica. She stepped into the room still wearing her clothes from last night, now unbelievably wrinkled. Her hair was rumpled and there were gigantic dark circles under her eyes. "Can I use a hairbrush?" She asked as a greeting.

I directed her to the upstairs bathroom and the drawer where Mabel kept her hair stuff. Surprisingly, Pacifica thanked me as she ran up the stairs desperate to get the brush.