[Mabel was long behind Dipper to wake up, the dreams having made it hard to sleep so she was a little more tired than usual, but no less of a light sleeper. It just too a little longer from the haziness to leave her mind long enough to realize something was wrong.
Rubbing at her eyes, she props herself up with a sleepy whine in complaint. And she just looks between the two boys with a squint as Dipper asks his question.]
Wait, what ab't our hands?
[No, she hasn't processed the request enough to actually show him anything.]
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Rubbing at her eyes, she props herself up with a sleepy whine in complaint. And she just looks between the two boys with a squint as Dipper asks his question.]
Wait, what ab't our hands?
[No, she hasn't processed the request enough to actually show him anything.]