Fics like a golden afternoon

“Is something the matter?” he asks, briefly glancing upward. Mabel’s eyes sparkle with mischief, and she flops over onto her side, dramatically bringing a hand to her forehead. “I’m out of glitter glue, Grunkle Ford. How’s a girl supposed to get anything done around here without it?” She leans over the arm of the couch, twisting onto her stomach, peeking curiously at his writing. “What’re you doing?” “A troubling predicament,” he says, smiling a little. He finishes off the sentence he was on. “Studying the manticore venom we found last week. You say you’re out entirely?” Mabel nods, gravely. “And Grunkle Stan can’t drive me to the Shmichael’s over in Nedford because he’s got a tour going on and Dipper wouldn’t steal his keys with me because ‘neither of us know how to drive and also we’re thirteen’ which I think is so lame of him.” a ford & mabel bonding adventure to the craft store :]

Fics like a golden afternoon

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