[He approaches just as she has plonked her entire self and all her many skirt ruffles right down in the sand to better examine a pile of shattered shell pieces she's just found. She glances up at him with a blank look on her face, not actually recognizing Falco as one of her brother's friends right off. Dipper has been so shifty about everything lately she hasn't had an opportunity to see him in passing in Falco's company or anything like that.]
The one and only.
[It's a crying shame that she is in no mood to give him the full brunt of her everything on this, their first meeting. From Mabel, a comment like this would usually be accompanied by a pose and a grin, at the very least. Now, though, her voice is almost flat, as though Falco has stated the obvious and Mabel is just confirming it.
Yes. She is a ruffle pile with an inexplicable chunk of seaweed as yet undiscovered in her hair for some reason, and she is Mabel Pines. This is the way of things.]
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The one and only.
[It's a crying shame that she is in no mood to give him the full brunt of her everything on this, their first meeting. From Mabel, a comment like this would usually be accompanied by a pose and a grin, at the very least. Now, though, her voice is almost flat, as though Falco has stated the obvious and Mabel is just confirming it.
Yes. She is a ruffle pile with an inexplicable chunk of seaweed as yet undiscovered in her hair for some reason, and she is Mabel Pines. This is the way of things.]