Little Dipper

Interior Decorating

"Hey, Bill?" Mabel asked as they browsed different beds in the furniture store.

"Might be cheaper to ask Red's dad to build something. Yes, Star?" Bill looked at her.

"You can create illusions, right?" Mabel played with her hair.

"Uh, what do you think this form is? Yes. Why?" Bill looked back at the display beds.

"Grenda was going to bring a book series over, said it was a surprise, and I thought it'd be cool if you could create illusions of the scenes, make it more...involved?" Mabel ran her hand on the wood thoughtfully.

"That depends on the series. If it's something that you wouldn't watch in theaters, I'm not doing it." Bill glanced at her. "If it's safe for kids, though, I don't see why not. Pine Tree would enjoy it."

"Okay, good. Just wanted to get that cleared up." Mabel nodded.

"How about this black wood one? It fits your aesthetic." Stan commented. "And if the Shack wasn't doing so awesome I'd be cringing at this price."

Bill laughed and walked over to look at it. "Hmm...I do like the feel of the wood...this carved design is nice. Yeah, I think this will do nicely."

"Great, we'll buy it. Anything else you want? Your own couch, maybe?" Stan shrugged.

"Can I get a piano?" Bill grinned.

"Uhh, that's in the music store. And, sure, why not? Long as you don't play badly at all hours of the day." Stan shrugged.

"You play piano?" Mabel asked.

"Fluently." Bill stretched his arms and fingers out. "I'll show you when we get to the store."

Mabel clapped her hands together excitedly. "Yes, please!"

"Okay, but you want a couch?" Stan asked.

"Sure, maybe Question Mark can nap on it when he's on break." Bill ran his hand over the bed again and then walked off to look at the couches while Stan took note of the bed's number.

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"Why didn't you tell me you could play piano?" Dipper asked on the way home. They'd arranged for everything to be delivered that day, though it was a bit more expensive, and were leading the truck over.

"Wasn't important." Bill shrugged.

"Maybe next time you'll play something a bit simpler and not get the whole store crowding you." Stan commented. "What did you play, anyway?"

"Uh, you wouldn't know it. It's a song from the planet Glit'hen." Bill shook his head. "I've got lots of songs I know, even from this world, so if you ever want me to play something in particular, just request it."

"Even in the past 30 years?" Dipper asked.

"Well, I might have to listen to the song a few times first." Bill admitted.

"Can you sing, too?" Mabel asked eagerly.

"Maybe you can join Robbie on the stage." Stan suggested.

"And cramp his style? Besides, I'm busy selling the clones." Bill laughed. "I'll play for the family, but not for public. No. You saw what happened if I do that." He leaned back in his seat. "One of them tried to steal my coat. This is a one-of-a-kind coat!"

Dipper giggled.

When they arrived back at the Shack, they parked and got out to help the deliverymen bring in the purchases. "How are we gonna get the piano in? Take out a wall?" Stan asked, scratching his head.

"Hm...hold on." Bill held out a hand. "Stand back! Back, please!"

The humans looked at each other, confused, but did as he said. Bill then walked over to the furniture. "Let me see...hm..." He snapped his fingers and the items disappeared. "Alright, now to see if I did it right!" He headed inside.

"Wait, what did you do?" Stan asked, following him in.

Everything was in an odd pile, but the furniture had all made it to Bill's room. He floated one off the other and carefully rearranged everything in the room while Stan gawked. "What? It's just magic." Bill chuckled, shifting a desk to the side to make room for the piano. "My concern was if the teleportation spell worked!"

"You can teleport?" Dipper asked, poking his head in with Mabel.

"Usually, yes. But I don't have all my powers right now, so I wasn't sure if it would work." Bill admitted. "Hm, should've bought some bedding."

"Give me a design and I'll knit you bedding." Mabel grinned.

"Sure, since you're offering." Bill shrugged. "Got a sketchbook?"

"I'll bring one down." Mabel skipped off to get it.

Dipper went over and climbed up onto Bill's mattress. "Ohh, nice and big!"

"I'll have Soos put in the new doorknob we got." Stan said, setting the package on a dresser. "So, uh...you're really okay with this?"

"Yeah." Bill nodded. "A lot roomier than a closet, that's for sure."

"Yeah." Stan brought the glasses he'd been given out and started to clean them. "Well, we'll have the new doorknob on before the next sleepover."

"Whenever that is." Bill shrugged.

Mabel came back with her sketchbook and color pencils. "Here, draw whatever design you want!"

"I'll get it back to you soon." Bill grinned and went over to the desk, pulling up the chair and sitting down.

"Should we get you a hat-rack? Will your hat stay on the rack, or will it float?" Dipper asked, walking over to climb into his lap.

"Let's go open up the shop for the time we have left." Mabel suggested to Stan, leaving the demon and her brother alone.