Wendy POV

I plop myself down on the couch and turn on the TV. While I wait for it to boot up, I take a few bites of my cereal. I finger the remote, and it's suddenly jerked out of my hands and my bowl is stolen from me.

"Wen-dy!" A small, high-pitched voice calls my name as I'm mobbed by Ronan, Mabel, and Dipper. I shove them off, and try to figure out who said it.

"Okay, who said that!"

Mabel repeats what she said.

"Wendy! Wendy! Eeheehee! Wendy!"

I'm floored. She just said her first word. And it's my name. Aaah. I'm so happy! I cuddle her, squeezing her tight. I then set her down in my lap, and she fits perfectly. Dipper gets lifted over the back of the couch by Ronan, and he clambers over me as well. His hard little hooves dig into my thighs as he snuggles into me, his skinny arms wrapped around my waist. I turn the TV to a kids' educational channel and let them watch.

Ronan vaults over the back of the couch and slides down beside me, draping his long, skinny arm over my shoulder. He watches the show with Dipper and Mabel awhile, then fingers a few strands of my hair, looking at them with a small smile on his face.

"Aren't they cute? So innocent, so unaware..."

"Aw now don't get existential, silly." I tug on his ears, and he pokes me in the side.

"You know I'm not being existential."

"Uh, yeah, you are. Pondering the mysteries of the world and of childhood is being existential."

"Not for foxes."

Typical excuse. He says that all the time.

"You're not a fox! You're a spirit, for crying out loud!" I tug harder on his ears, and he mock snarls at me. I poke him on the nose.

"You know I hate that."

I smirk.

"I know. That's why I do it."

"You know that you're annoying, right?"

"Yeah, I know. Do I look like I care?"

I comment on the weather to avoid a full-blown argument.

"Isn't it a nice, peaceful day? So quiet..."