Still mostly stuck in the middle of the Pines pile, her scrapbook still shoved under one arm, Mabel squirms around until she can take the offered compass. Stan's simple explanation is all she needs, and while a compass that can point to a person is really neat, it's not anywhere close to being unbelievable or anything. At home there's a memory gun and they recently made a giant mecha out of the Mystery Shack, protected from certain demons by unicorn witchcraft. And goodness knows what else. This thing is practically mundane.

What gets to her is that Dipper said it's been five months, and she has no reason to assume it hasn't been that long or even longer for the grunkles too, and Stan says they wanted her here and there's her name right on the compass. Her brother's dour demeanor about the place already forgotten, Mabel stares up at Stan with her eyes shining and her heart high.

"You put me on it too?" As best she can given her hands are full, she tosses an arm around Stan's neck again, simply because she's facing that direction and it's not like the others have let go yet anyhow. "Sorry I'm late."