@perfectly-logical-explanations:
Despite his great uncle’s reassuring words, Dipper didn’t seem to sure. In all honesty, he hadn’t experienced this much snow before- especially enough to ensure they wouldn’t be leaving the house anytime soon. A worried glance was cast in Stanford’s direction, but Dipper nodded regardless. If Ford said it was okay, then it probably would be.“It’s your turn, Grunkle Ford,” Dipper announced, directing his attention back to the board game in front of them.
“Oh, right. it’s my turn, isn’t it?” The old man gave a chuckle, reaching down to pick up the set of dice that’d been set out before him. While Stanford was usually at his most useless in situations that required empathy, he could definitely tell that Dipper was still worried about the snow steadily building up outside. The two of them simply clicked in a way unique to them, and the sight of his nephew nervously looking at him was unpleasant to Stanford in a way that he was still getting used to. It was then that he decided keeping him distracted was for the best. A flick of his wrist was followed by the rattling of dice across the floor. “Two sixes! Neat!” He exclaimed, hoping that his cheery attitude didn’t seem too forced.
