You sat on an old sofa. Next to Dipper. A younger boy. You just make a low whistle as you practically check out Ford. Hand coming down to squeeze Dipper's shoulder gently. Struggling to tear your eyes away form Ford's back side.

"Dipper, Your grunkle is such a Silver Fox~" You hummed out.

Dipper just looks up at you, Before back down to his book. Taking a few gears to turn before he immediately looks back with wide eyes. "What!"

Ford is immediately stricken by the shout. Turning his head til a tilt. "What's wrong, Dipper? Something happen?"

Dipper is about to say something, Before the words get stuck in his throat. He glares up at your mischievous smirk before shaking his head.