Dipper takes the moment where the Grunkles are talking to her to sober up a bit. When she tosses her arms around Stan, Dipper reluctantly lets go of her sleeve and he decides maybe he should let them have their moment with her, since he kind of got the head start with the walkie-talkie.

Ah, right.

Dipper will carefully wiggle out of the pile so he can go and collect those. His was lost in the snow by the fence, Mabel's was not terribly far from it on the grass. This device that he'd desperately clung to all these months, talking to it out of some unhinged loneliness every night hoping one day she might answer him back. His feelings on all of this were complicated and uncertain, but he guessed for a little while, he could let himself be happy, and then later they could tackle the situation at hand. Together.

Holding both of them close, he'll walk back over to his family.

"You would be fashionably late."