There was a loud crash from the kitchen. "Dammit!" Michelle King swore, coming out covered in flour. "Apologies boys," she said, remembering that Wirt and his friend Dipper were there. They were watching some sort of show- Duck Holmes? She couldn't remember, but Dipper seemed laser-focused on him.

"It's alright Mom," Wirt said. "You hear worse over at the Shack."

She assumed it was the Jones girl. "I know, but that was the last of the flour. And I promised your brother rock cookies tonight." 'Rock cookies' were Greg's own personal recipe, packed with enough chocolate that when they cooled, they were hard as a rock. They hadn't made them since...the incident.

"Isn't there enough time to get more?"

She glanced over at the clock that was part of the vacation home's decor. "Oh, no. There isn't." She let out a groan, curling a hand into her hair. "Greg's gonna be disappointed. I would do anything for more flour."

"Deal."

There was a handshake and a flash of warmth. And before Michelle realized what had happened, she was holding a bag of flour.

Dipper blinked, looking confused even if his hand was just lit up in blue fire. "Wait...what just happened?"