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“Hey,” Shane says, looking up from his computer. “My cousin’s having this thing in a couple of weeks and I think we should go.”
Ryan blinks at him. “That’s in the middle of filming Ghost Files,” he points out.
Shane scratches the back of his head. His glasses perch on the end of his nose, making him feel like even more of a bird that he usually does. “It is,” he says carefully, “but Wendy’s graduating and they’re throwing a shindig for her before she goes and scampers off to live in the woods and be a forest ranger.”
Ryan’s eyebrows shoot up like he’s impressed.
“And,” Shane grimaces, like what he’s about to say next is too painful to consider even speaking aloud, “she lives in Gravity Falls, so I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“Multi-bear,” Ryan breathes, eyes wide. He’s getting that twinkle in his eyes and Shane tries not to groan out loud, considering he wants Ryan to want to go to Gravity Falls. “Island Head Beast.”
“One,” Shane says, “neither of those things are real. Two, can I let her know if we’re coming or not?”
“Invisible Wizard,” Ryan says in lieu of a real answer. “The Hide-Behind! ”
“Stop naming things that don’t exist and give me a real answer,” Shane says before Ryan can work himself into more of an excited frenzy. It doesn’t seem to help.
“Gobblewonker,” Ryan says solemnly.
“Great,” Shane sighs, exasperated. “Now you’re just making words up.”
“Please,” Ryan says. “Like you didn’t ask to go during work time so you could write the entire thing off as a business expense.”
“Shh,” Shane chides, a grin etching itself across his face. “Can’t let the big bosses know what I’m up to.”
“ Pfft -” Ryan snorts, like they don’t own their own company now. “You know as well as I do that the mere mention of taxes gets Steven all hot and bothered.”
Shane wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “Nah, now you’ve ruined it.”
“Tell your cousin we’ll come,” Ryan says. “Send me the details. I’ll book the tickets. Maybe we can get a Weird-Wonderful out of this too.”
Shane feels something warm settle in his stomach. He looks down at his hands, mouth crooked into something like a smile. “Thanks,” he says.