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Issac than spoke. "Alright. We'll have some IF you guys eat a couple first." Though he most likely would have tried it anyway, but his brother wouldn't since it was April 1st.

Ford glances to Stan and they both know the answer to that. The two of them were raised in a Jewish family and enjoyed celebrating Hanukkah every year in their youth. But neither of them have celebrated Hanukkah for sometime...perhaps this is the best year to start again. ‘We light a candle for everyday of Hanukkah and eat sufganiyot.’

‘Yes they are all mine.’ He says, quirking a brow at the robotic bear. He doesn’t like that crazed look in his eye. Perhaps showing him his medieval weapon collection was a mistake... ‘So that means no touching. I mean it! I’m not afraid to dismantle your entire arm, and I’m not referring to the one already compromised by the rabbit.’ He warns, his voice stern and harsh, he refuses to show any hesitation in front of this robotic creature.

Ford approaches him- but keeps some distance. Perhaps he has exhausted himself after all. ‘Does the room still spin when you’re lay down?’ He wants to cross vertigo off of the list...but he has to be sure. Do demons even get vertigo?

This kid is more cagey than he is and that's saying something. But maybe its a good thing. Trusting others has gotten him in more than enough trouble before. Still he can't quite convince himself to turn away from her. He has a heart. 'Will you at least let me escort you out of this place. You won't want to be around if a category 10 ghost shows. They're nasty.'

 Though the radio host does seem to be pretty approachable- and there is something of an unusual aura about him that he can’t quite put his finger on just yet. ‘Nice to meet you, Cecil. I’m Stanford Filbrick Pines, but please, call me Ford.’

He pulls over on the road side. Giving her a second look- concern now washes over him.

Was there a young man stood right behind him? A young man who he has never seen in Gravity Falls before but still knows his name? He whirls around quickly- his paranoia kicking in a little (despite his and his families recent efforts to help him conquer this, it still bubbles inside). ‘Yes! How do you know that? Are you a demon from dimension 33?!’ His tone almost becomes animalistic and feral- though its clear that he’s at least trying to contain that side of him.