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[ghostharasser]

“... ... ...What? Is it already- oh! Uh, Hey this is Dipper Pines. Sorry I missed your call, but leave a message and I’ll- [Beep!]”

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backdated to Christmas Eve

[cardcaptured]

[Late in the evening, there's going to be a small, neatly wrapped package left outside of Dipper's door. Atop it, there's a note, unsigned and written in messy handwriting:

To Dipper

Merry Christmas.
Thanks for having my back and being a friend.
Feel free to share the cookies and the buns with your Great Uncles.
Stay safe.

Within the package is a box full of savory Chinese buns, a tin full of cookies, and a blue striped circle scarf, all apparently handmade. If he's quick enough, he might see a shimmering young wolf with a bag upon it's back starting to dart away from the steps, it's golden eyes glancing over it's shoulder.]