"Old people murder ghosts," she adds, nodding sagely. "Who hated teenagers. There's a reason this place just feels like home without my siblings," she admits, chuckling softly as she shrugs her shoulders. "Thanks though. I appreciate it. I think it's kind of honestly why I just take the weird things in stride. It's these that make me wonder."

Like why she has so little of these things to bother her. Has she missed out on things? Is it because Dipper is right and she's fictional? She knows it might be that but no way to really prove it.

"I try. I like the person I'm being here," she admits. "Friends and everything else. I'm glad for it," she says, not really having not said it to others, or that she hopes that somehow some of it sticks if she gets sent back home.