[There's a knot in Stan's throat. He worries at a stubborn feather that seems a little loose in Dipper's hair, but there's only one thing he can really say to that.]

Didn't really have a choice.

[He doesn't elaborate, but he doesn't need to. Dipper didn't have a choice either, after all.

Dipper talks and gets some of it out, and Stan finally takes his hands away. The scenery around them changes and while it does get a brief eyebrow raise from Stan, he lets it go since this doesn't seem to be straining Dipper any more than it usually does.]

Sure, why not? We'll go on a little mindscape field trip.

[He stands up and brushes himself off, getting up from wherever the memory put his bed and squinting for any sign of where the memory begins.]

So, what'd the guy lose anyway? A bet?

[Hopefully Dipper didn't think he was safe from Uncle Jokes just because they're in the mindscape. He's never safe from Uncle jokes.]