Dipper finds out that grass means homesexual love, so he just leaves lawn clippings in random corners of the basement for Ford to find. Ford thinks it's a sign of something magical or abnormal when really, Dipper's just being gay.
Oh yes Dipper knowing the language of flowers is such a cute idea! :) (oblivious Ford is even cuter but shh)
Dipper has never been any good with words, especially when it came to other human beings or, even more so, feelings.So when he found out he had a super embarrassing crush on his grunkle Stanford, he knew that whatever was he going to do it with, there should be as little talking as possible.
He talked about this with Mabel while she was half asleep - she scowled at him for waking her up and told him: “I don’t know, bro- I’d give her flowers. But you need to know what they-” she yawned, “mean.” and then she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.Dipper spent the night going through all sorts of flower meaning guides.Mabel thankfully didn’t remember the conversation when she woke up.
He found a lot of flowers that meant love or being interested in someone, but all of them could be from Mabel (or Wendy, for that matter).Except for one, and that one was coincidentally very easily obtainable - simple grass, which meant homosexual love, so when Ford got it, he would make out it was from a guy, wouldn’t he?
Dipper got up early so he’d have time to pluck a lot of grass, and when he was done, he went down into the basement.Stanford was already (or still? No one knew with this guy) awake, working on something.
“Hello, Dipper! You came here for another game of Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons?” The older man said cheerfully, as he looked up from his work.
“N-No, I j-just, uh, wanted to look if you have something from the journals that can’t be found in the forest, because- I promise I won’t t-touch anything!” Dipper fumbled over his words, not having thought this part up properly.
“Alright. But be careful,” Ford warned him and turned back to his research.
Bingo.That was exactly what Dipper needed.He started quietly wandering around the basement, leaving lawn clippings everywhere - on the floor, on the shelves between the experiments, inside books, he even sprinkled some on Stanford’s improvised bed.
Luckily, Ford was so occupied by his research that he almost missed when Dipper told him that he’s going upstairs and that breakfast was probably going to be ready soon and that Ford should come upstairs. Stanford assured him he will be there in a moment.
He showed up in the kitchen almost an hour later, visibly upset.Most of the pancakes were gone and the coffee was cold, but Stanford didn’t pay it any attention and with trembling hands he poured himself a cup - he chose the same cup Dipper put some grass into.
The moment the scientist noticed the green strands, his eyes went wide, he dropped the cup and shrieked, while the cup shattered into pieces and coffee with added grass spilled on the floor.
“Hey Sixer, I kinda liked that cup, y'know?” Stanley frowned.
“Grunkle Ford, everything alright?” Mabel chimed in, worried.Stanford took a deep breath and in that moment, Dipper was sure he fucked up.Cold fear squeezed his organs roughly. Dipper braced himself for the rejection, when…
“Yes. No. I don’t know. Something supernatural is going on. I’d say fairies, but I’m not sure.”
“What?” Dipper asked and couldn’t hide his surprise.
Stanford showed him a handful of grass: “I found this in the basement. Something left it there. I’d say it’s some weird kind of fairy. Or something I haven’t encountered yet. I have no idea if it’s dangerous. Though, if it’s a fairy, we would normally be doomed.”
Dipper definitely haven’t thought about thing turning out like this. What to do now? He could explain it, but that was out of the question since Mabel and Stan were here. He could just let it go and use this as a chance to back out.But Dipper wanted to get it off his chest and, more importantly, didn’t want to be a coward.
“I- I think I c-could try and help you with it, if you want,” Dipper offered with a smile.
“That is a great idea, Dipper. More heads know more, r-right?”