Dipper gave her a half-smile. “Thanks, Mabel,” He said. Mabel always had a knack of cheering him up. “I’m sure there is,” He added. “So, uh…have you knitted any new sweaters lately?” Though sweaters weren’t Dipper’s thing, he’d figured he could try sparking up a conversation with his sister.
Her hands found her hips in a moment of seriousness, her cheeks puffing in a way indicating irritation. “You can’t rush genius, you know! These things take time!” She sighed. “I need to find my muse, that’s all.”
Sweater knitting? Serious business. Especially to an arts and crafts master.
She grinned again. “But don’t worry about it! Muse works in mysterious ways. I’ll figure it out~” Mabel gasped. “Maybe I could knit YOU one!” Or 12. Probably 12.