[ Ah, it's one of those sorts of conversations, then. One of those ones where it doesn't matter how mature Dipper is and how much he's been through, it's still not one for him to overhear.
Ford leads Stan back downstairs. Unlike his lab back home there's a little area near the stairs that contains no lab equipment, just a table, some bookshelves, a couch, and a couple chairs. It's not really a sitting room, but is a room that allows for some high quality sitting. Ford claims the couch for himself, then settles in to listen. And...
Oh. Oh, yeah, that explains it. Ford has no memories of Shermie's kids as they existed in the Grove—hell, even back in their home dimension he barely spoke to Shermie at all after leaving for college—but he can't imagine it was easy on Stan. ]
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Ford leads Stan back downstairs. Unlike his lab back home there's a little area near the stairs that contains no lab equipment, just a table, some bookshelves, a couch, and a couple chairs. It's not really a sitting room, but is a room that allows for some high quality sitting. Ford claims the couch for himself, then settles in to listen. And...
Oh. Oh, yeah, that explains it. Ford has no memories of Shermie's kids as they existed in the Grove—hell, even back in their home dimension he barely spoke to Shermie at all after leaving for college—but he can't imagine it was easy on Stan. ]
The plague, I take it...?