Dipper lets out a dark scoff. "You're a girl from a medieval style princess world that likes wearing pants and trying to provoke innocent bystanders into fights. Are you really gonna go around assuming that all boys follow boy stereotypes?"

She probably doesn't know half the words Dipper's using, but he honestly doesn't care right now. He thinks his point is clear anyway. He scowls, leaning on his knees. "I'm more of the scholarly type. I'll fight when I have to, and a lot of stuff's tried to kill me over the past year and a half, so I've had to a lot, but my brain serves me better than my fists."