Lunch was enjoyable, especially for Dipper, who had to check himself to make sure he wasn't staring at Wendy while they ate their cold cut sandwiches. Any time he got to spend with his secret crush was amazing for the brunette, smiling the entire lunch break.

In typical Dipper fashion, he tripped over a couple words here and there as he talked, completely infatuated with the redhead who laughed at the silliness of his ventures into the woods.

"So... Sorry again about your phone," Dipper started, kicking his legs as they hung off the same stool he was sat in earlier.

"It's alright, man. I'm a tough chick, I'll make it through!", Wendy replied with a flex of an arm, which made Dipper chuckle, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Well, I know it'll be really boring with no one to talk to, so I was thinking," Dipper began again, Wendy watching him as she savored a bite of her sandwich. The brunette reached into one of the shelves in the gift shop's counter, pulling out two hobby walkie-talkies, setting them on the counter.

"You might take one of these home? If you want to that is!", Dipper said, reassuring her, rubbing the back of his neck as his blushing cheeks became redder.

Wendy's eyes widened a bit, swallowing the bite she had in her mouth, setting her food down.

"Dude, where'd you get these? They're like, top of the line!", Wendy asked as she picked one up, inspecting it and turning a knob or two on the top of the device.

"I brought them from home just in case, but I haven't needed to use them since I got here, so I thought... you know, we could talk on them? O-Or anyone! Not just me!", Dipper said, ending his slightly awkward bit with an anxious laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

The next thing he knew, Dipper was being pulled into an embrace by the redhead sitting next to him. He let out a soft "whoa!" as the rather strong teenager pulled the brunette into a hug, his cheeks beet red.

This was not in Dipper's "Give A Walkie-Talkie To Wendy And Maybe We Can Talk Or Something" plan, in fact this wasn't in any plan he may have had, but he didn't question it or back away. Although still slightly in shock of being this close to his secret crush, Dipper still managed to enjoy the peaceful moment of being embraced by his secret crush. He smiled softly as she pulled back from the hug, still a bit dazed.

"Whoa, didn't squeeze ya too hard, did I?", Wendy asked, grinning down at the flabbergasted mystery hunter.

"N-No! I'm fine!", Dipper replied, shaking the auburn-and-green-plaid-tinted haze from his brain. Wendy chuckled as she looked back at the transceiver in her hand, turning it on and looking it over.

"Morse key, LCD display, up to 5 miles, 10 channels, input for an antenna, these are sick! You sure I can have one?", The redhead asked, fiddling with the walkie-talkie.

"O-Of course! I just wanted to make sure you weren't left out of anything or bored at home," Dipper acknowledged, rubbing at one of his arms.

"Dude, you're like, the best. I'm talking the best. I have no idea how I could repay you," Wendy said, smiling down at her dork again, whose blush was returning due to the compliment.

"Well uh, we could um, t-talk on it whenever you're bored or lonely, if that's ok?", the brunette said, averting his eyes to try and shirk his anxiety. Wendy felt her cheeks burn a bit, realizing that this dork she'd only known for a few months was willing to give up something expensive for nothing in return except for her to feel comfortable. It, in all honestly, was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for her.

"You got it, dude. You'll be the first person I call for!", Wendy said, giving Dipper a friendly punch to the shoulder, who giggled in response.

"Same goes for you too, ok?", The redhead said, taking Dipper by surprise for a second time.

"I know you've got Mabel to talk to with the whole "twin connection" thing, but if you ever need someone else, hit me up on channel 1, ok?", Wendy elaborated, turning the channel knob until the display read "CH. 1."

"O-Okay, th-thanks Wendy!", Dipper said, not quite sure how to take the sincerity from his secret crush. The redhead laughed softly as she stood up, pocketing one of the walkie-talkies and gathering the remains of their lunch and tossing it into a nearby garbage bin.

The two settled back into the daily grind at the Mystery Shack, which consisted of mostly chatting with each other and occasionally ringing up a tourist or stocking a shelf. The whole time Wendy was reminded of Dipper's generosity, the bulky transceiver quite tangible in her pocket.

She relaxed with her mud-stained boots on the counter, smiling contently as Dipper quietly flipped through the dusty journal he kept with him. As the peacefully quiet afternoon rolled on, eventually the cuckoo clock in the gift shop struck 4 PM, causing the redhead to open an eye to check the time.

She kept her smile as she reached a hand down to her boy, ruffling his trucker cap covered head, who giggled in response.

"Quittin' time!", Wendy said as she stood up onto her feet, stretching a bit after her afternoon relaxation. Dipper nodded and closed the journal, hopping down off of the stool. They both walked towards opposite ends of the gift shop, Dipper towards the living room and Wendy to the exit.

"Hey," the redhead said as she opened the door, turning back to look at her dork, "Promise me you'll call me if you need to." Dipper turned back around, giving his secret crush a nod. She chuckled happily and gave him a wave before walking out of the gift shop; Dipper looking down at the other walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Promise."