[They're basically goblin-demon-elf hybrids, these guys. It's something Dipper would have to specify, because all she's got is an eye for color coordination (they're acing it by the way, and she's a little jealous, she's always wanted to be fully purple. None of this half-measure face-painting stuff!) and a knack for making new friends (and she's acing that, if she says so herself). She's seen a lot of strange things this last summer, but that hardly means she hasn't got room for more wonder, more magic, more pizzazz!

Which means she's gasped in delight right back when the pair are revealed to her, cupping her mouth as her eyes flick between their curling horns.] Wow! Are you real? [She'll reach up to try patting at the set on the blue girl's head.] I can't tell, the hologram stuff is so crazy. It's like they cloned everything instead.

[But yes, there's more important things. At the mention of cards, she gets a wicked gleam in her eye. Mabel's braces are on full display, grinning broad as she slams a hand down to the table.]

I'm in! I'll take you on! What are we playing? Go fish? Thirty one? Blackjack? [Thanks Grunkle Stan for that last one. She's rolling up her sleeves, primed to go.] And thank you for your offer, sir, but I'm something of a card-playing exper— oh.

[She looks down at the cards spread before here. Mabel picks one up, frowning.] What are these? Are you going to tell my fortune?