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The boys were more than a few minutes late to dinner, as a result of Dipper pulling Wirt into every cookie-cutter gift shop. Mostly for the sake of comparing their souvenir prices to those at the Mystery Shack, but not dismissing the excuse that their late arrival would irritate Mabel. By the time they'd found the designated pizza shop, their companions were already halfway through a cheese pizza.
Another was ordered, this time with a variety of vegetables to satisfy Wirt’s tastes. As they waited for the second pizza to arrive, they planned out the major attractions and activities for the week.
“There's a strip mall nearby,” Pacifica suggested, “we should totally check that out”
“Oh! I saw a little carnival with a Ferris wheel and everything at the end of the boardwalk!” Greg excitedly added.
Leave it to Dipper to simply shrug and make a comment about how “anything I do with Wirt is worthwhile to me”.
Wirt responded by sprinkling a dash of red pepper flakes into Dipper’s soda. “You corny dork,” he mocked, “enjoy your spicy soda”
“I'll just drink yours, thank you” he stuck his tongue out before inhaling several sips through his boyfriend’s straw.
Before the situation could escalate further, their pizza arrived. All grudges are forgotten in the presence of baked dough and cheese.
After paying the bill, Mabel, Greg, and Pacifica were exhausted from their earlier stroll, while Dipper and Wirt were brimming with energy due to their unconventional nap. Agreeing that Greg needed to rest, the girls took him back to the suite and allowed the two older boys to spend some time out alone. (Which, honestly, was probably a mistake)
Deciding to do something extremely cliche and romantic, Dipper took Wirt’s hand and led him down the beach as the sun began to set. Far out to sea several Dolphins could be seen peeking their fins above water.
“It's amazing,” Wirt mused, leaning his head on Dipper’s shoulder.
“Which part?”
“All of it. The sunset, the waves, the Dolphins.” He removed his head from its resting position in favor of looking into his boyfriend’s eyes, “you.” He pecked a kiss to Dipper’s nose. “You, most of all.”
Dipper laughed at the light kiss and romantic line, “now who’s being corny?”
“Guilty as charged” Wirt shrugged, eyes still looking into Dipper’s.
Leaning their foreheads together, Dipper returns the light peck, this time to Wirt’s lips.
“No complaints here.”