5th floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

[bestatmystery]

Lottie wandered into the common room in her ratman pjs, hair poofed out sideways, eyes still more than half closed. It was too early. It was barely afternoon. But she'd woken up with her stomach growling, so now here she was, in search of delicious breakfast foods

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[buzzkillcaptain]

Meanwhile Dipper had been up since dawn and after discovering the appearance of cookies (and eating too many of them) he had started lugging some of his video equipment back to the common room in order to properly evaluate the phenomenon.

But he stopped cold as he entered and heard the word "Banshee."

"Wait. What?" he called out to his roomie. "We have a banshee?"

[bestatmystery]

Lottie nodded. "The fat banshee. A terrible spirit what haunts family lines and makes them well round and padded." She peered suspiciously around. "It's been stalkin me for years, leavin tasty fattening baked goods to lull me in."

Also, she'd made it up wholesale. But that was totally an unimportant detail.

[buzzkillcaptain]

"You mean all the cookies everyone's been finding all over the place?" Dipper asked dubiously. "I don't think it's just you."

Then his eyes widened.

"Unless the banshee wants us all..."

[bestatmystery]

Lottie's eyes went wide. "Maybe! They're vicious creatures."

Again, totally made up.