Gravity Falls In Paris

Tipper

Tyrone's Point Of View
"Are you ready to go?" Dipper's wife said.
What is her name again? Patty? No. Patrisha? No! Pacifica! Yeah.
"Dipper. Are you ok?" I nodded. I've been around a lot of Americans before. My whole staff is American except for the chefs there. So talking in an American accent should be easy.
"Dipper!" I looked up. Pacifica had a worried expression. "Maybe we should go lie down. I've been calling your for a couple minutes now." I shook my head.
"Sorry sweetie. Just got lost in your eyes."
I am nailing this. Pacifica smiled.
"Well let's upstairs and play a little." She took me up to the penthouse. It was small to my home. But I didn't say anything. She started to kiss me on the lips.
What! Ok I shouldn't be doing this. I'm loyal to Bella. Not all french people are like Pà-Pà La-Pue.
I started to fake cough and she stopped.
Yes!
"Are you ok Dipper?"
No!
"I'm sorry sweetie, I just got a frog in my throat." I went over to the sink. (The bathroom sink.) And Locked the door. I called Dipper.
"Pick up. Pick up. Please pick up.)