Right? It's super weird, but it definitely is a pattern. I need to go back through my notes about some of the other dimensions I've documented and see if all of that holds up.
[Meanwhile, Dipper is dragging out a great big pie dish and some flour. Biiig meat pie time.]
[Anyway, there's definitely some other left overs. A bowl of scrambled eggs and sausage. A few slabs of bacon, some left over pastries and cookies from the Magic Lamp. A cold brew experiment. Some kind of ...science experiment? It's labeled "Reactive: Don't Touch" don't worry about it.]
Hmm, I bet I could make like some kind of cheeseburger pie. That sounds fun. One day I'd like to try and make curry, since I remember someone else telling me it was a big comfort food. I wonder if I can find a recipe around here somewhere.
[ Don't touch makes him want to touch. It's the red button situation all over again. He never grew out of it. He manages to ignore that and pull out everything else - minus the pastries and cookies. They can stay in there.
But eggs and sausage and bacon? Slapped down onto the counter, tail wagging wildly. ]
Oh, yo, if you want a recipe for curry I know you can ask Josh fer it. My boys a... cy... [ sounding it out ] cycloptic... pedi...a? about this shit. [ and still gets it wrong. ] But there's way diff ways to make it too. An' if you want notes 'bout Ryslig, I 'member tons 'bout it. As much as I don't wanna.
[ Some of those scrambled eggs and sausage is going to his mouth already. ]
Oh man, really? To both? I'll definitely have to shake Josh down. Did he ....tell you that he's kind of teaching me stuff? He's like my telepathy mentor now.
[Maybe he will send Josh an imprint that just says Curry Resippy and see what happens.]
I'd love notes about Ryslig if it's something you don't mind talking about, but uh, it's really okay if you don't, just so you know. I know horror places suck, obviously. I'd hate to make you dredge up something terrible.
[Good, Beat's distracted with the leftovers, which means now Dipper can start digging through the fridge for what he needs. Butter, eggs, that slab of ground beef, some cheese, he pauses on the onions.]
Hey, is there stuff you can't eat because you're a dog?
Ye, yo! Said you had a lot of potential, an' yo, that's fuckin' high praise fer him, too. Meant he was super impressed.
[ Tail wags away as he thinks of Josh, hehe, Josh. ]
Some stuff I might skip over but that's shit ya jus' don't need to know.
[ Like how Beat is really bad with things in his brain and fell hard into a Gods influence and did A Thing that was horrible for A Lot Of People... He distracts himself further with another handful of egg and bacon... while he begins to wander, sniffing around. ]
Oh shit, yeah, uh. It won't kill me 'cuz I know how to combat it but avocados an' alcohol give me the both end blasts. [ Beat. ] Grapes an' raisins cuz uh.... somethin' 'bout my kidneys? I dunno, I don't think it's making me pee more or nothin'. Onions an' garlic do the one two on my red blood cells, I remember that one! [ HAPPY WAG, HE REMEMBERS. Oh what's in the trash? Sticking his nose in the trash. ]
--Oh! Well! That's uh, that's pretty cool to know. Not that I thought Josh would just waste his time for no reason or anything. Haha- um.
[Does not grab the onion or the garlic, that's fine they can work without it. He's gonna just throw that slab of meat on the stove in a pan. The bacon will go next to it. The kitchen should start to smell really good soon?]
[In the trashcan Beat will find a bunch of ash, some table scraps, and ...a porcupinecone!! It squeaks! It's been stuck in here for a solid 20 minutes help-]
Yeah, that's cool. I get it! We can keep it about the details of the setting and less about the personal experiences, you know.
[Yeeaaah, he's been possessed and also corrupted and also done things that have caused large scale destruction.]
Okay so we'll do meat, bacon, cheese, and a pie crust. Maybe some pickles to make it a real cheese burger?
Sorry, Dipper, what were you saying? Cause the moment Beat finds the little guy he's snagging him out - with his mouth - and lifting his head. Sending the trash can lid flying and almost tipping the contents out to the floor.
His face is covered in ash, and his mouth is gently clutched around the tiny porcupinecone. His tail has begun wagging at mach ten. ]
AH FOUNG A GAHE!!
[ "I found a guy!" Without even waiting, Beat happily trots over to Dipper like a dog that has fetched something, and spits the poor little thing into Dippers hands.
[ What? He got him??? For you??? And you're going to??? Let it go???? Beat's head tilts at a near perfect 40 degree angle that all dogs do when They Do Not Comprehend and his tongue sticks out a bit. The blep is perfect. ]
If you don't want it dude I'll take i- oh yeah sure.
[ Meat distracts him, and his tail wags as he moves over to watch said cooking meat with the expression of a dog who is.... begging.
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[Meanwhile, Dipper is dragging out a great big pie dish and some flour. Biiig meat pie time.]
[Anyway, there's definitely some other left overs. A bowl of scrambled eggs and sausage. A few slabs of bacon, some left over pastries and cookies from the Magic Lamp. A cold brew experiment. Some kind of ...science experiment? It's labeled "Reactive: Don't Touch" don't worry about it.]
Hmm, I bet I could make like some kind of cheeseburger pie. That sounds fun. One day I'd like to try and make curry, since I remember someone else telling me it was a big comfort food. I wonder if I can find a recipe around here somewhere.
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But eggs and sausage and bacon? Slapped down onto the counter, tail wagging wildly. ]
Oh, yo, if you want a recipe for curry I know you can ask Josh fer it. My boys a... cy... [ sounding it out ] cycloptic... pedi...a? about this shit. [ and still gets it wrong. ] But there's way diff ways to make it too. An' if you want notes 'bout Ryslig, I 'member tons 'bout it. As much as I don't wanna.
[ Some of those scrambled eggs and sausage is going to his mouth already. ]
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[Maybe he will send Josh an imprint that just says Curry Resippy and see what happens.]
I'd love notes about Ryslig if it's something you don't mind talking about, but uh, it's really okay if you don't, just so you know. I know horror places suck, obviously. I'd hate to make you dredge up something terrible.
[Good, Beat's distracted with the leftovers, which means now Dipper can start digging through the fridge for what he needs. Butter, eggs, that slab of ground beef, some cheese, he pauses on the onions.]
Hey, is there stuff you can't eat because you're a dog?
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[ Tail wags away as he thinks of Josh, hehe, Josh. ]
Some stuff I might skip over but that's shit ya jus' don't need to know.
[ Like how Beat is really bad with things in his brain and fell hard into a Gods influence and did A Thing that was horrible for A Lot Of People... He distracts himself further with another handful of egg and bacon... while he begins to wander, sniffing around. ]
Oh shit, yeah, uh. It won't kill me 'cuz I know how to combat it but avocados an' alcohol give me the both end blasts. [ Beat. ] Grapes an' raisins cuz uh.... somethin' 'bout my kidneys? I dunno, I don't think it's making me pee more or nothin'. Onions an' garlic do the one two on my red blood cells, I remember that one! [ HAPPY WAG, HE REMEMBERS. Oh what's in the trash? Sticking his nose in the trash. ]
1/2
[He feels blindsided in the same way he did when Timekeeper asked him about working for the TBD. It doesn't sound it it should be him.]
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[Does not grab the onion or the garlic, that's fine they can work without it. He's gonna just throw that slab of meat on the stove in a pan. The bacon will go next to it. The kitchen should start to smell really good soon?]
[In the trashcan Beat will find a bunch of ash, some table scraps, and ...a porcupinecone!! It squeaks! It's been stuck in here for a solid 20 minutes help-]
Yeah, that's cool. I get it! We can keep it about the details of the setting and less about the personal experiences, you know.
[Yeeaaah, he's been possessed and also corrupted and also done things that have caused large scale destruction.]
Okay so we'll do meat, bacon, cheese, and a pie crust. Maybe some pickles to make it a real cheese burger?
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Sorry, Dipper, what were you saying? Cause the moment Beat finds the little guy he's snagging him out - with his mouth - and lifting his head. Sending the trash can lid flying and almost tipping the contents out to the floor.
His face is covered in ash, and his mouth is gently clutched around the tiny porcupinecone. His tail has begun wagging at mach ten. ]
AH FOUNG A GAHE!!
[ "I found a guy!" Without even waiting, Beat happily trots over to Dipper like a dog that has fetched something, and spits the poor little thing into Dippers hands.
What was- oh yeah. ]
Fuck yes, yo! Pickles is great!
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Who?! [A gay? In the Pines house?? What a fucking shocking development*]
[Oh god, what is Beat putting in his hands. Oh god it's ...very wet and drooly. Aaaaaaaaaaaaa.]
Oh- a guy.
[This... This poor porcupinecone....]
I'll uh. I'll go put him with the rest of his family. Make sure the meat doesn't burn, okay?
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[ What? He got him??? For you??? And you're going to??? Let it go???? Beat's head tilts at a near perfect 40 degree angle that all dogs do when They Do Not Comprehend and his tongue sticks out a bit. The blep is perfect. ]
If you don't want it dude I'll take i- oh yeah sure.
[ Meat distracts him, and his tail wags as he moves over to watch said cooking meat with the expression of a dog who is.... begging.
Begging at the pan.
Give him?? Pan?? Share?? ]