"Luke! These sausages are amazing! You have to try them!" Lorelai shouts to her fianc—husband.
"Lor, we already tried these sausages with Sookie when we were planning the wedding," Luke points out, but he sinks his teeth into one of the sausages that Lorelai's happily wolfing down and they are, in fact, amazing.
"I know, but that was like, three months ago!" She finishes her third sausage off and then turns so she's directly facing Luke and puts her arms around his waist. "Hi, husband."
"Hi, wife." There's a nice silence until he says, "I hate when people do that."
"Do what?"
"Do that hi husband, hi wife thing as soon as they're married. It's so cheesy," he explains, taking her hands in his as he begins to sway around, his way of dancing.
"Oh. Well, I apologise, husband." She grins at him and sways with him. "Hey, where's Rory?"
"Uh, she's with Jess, I think," he says, pulling Lorelai closer to him.
"Jess? Ugh."
"Hey, that's my nephew!"
"Well, still," Lorelai says, nuzzling into her husband's shoulder. "And my nephew. Hey, he's my nephew now. Nephew-in-law? I don't know. Wait, that means that he's Rory's... cousin? Well, it doesn't matter, anyway, because wouldn't that be some form of incest or something? You know, Jess and Rory."
"Through marriage. That isn't gonna stop Jess, Lor."
"Yeah, I know. Okay, it's fine, I guess. Here, wait a minute." She pulls away from him and takes something he can't see out of her purse and then returns to her position in his arms, all the while holding the object behind her back.
"What is it?" Luke asks, raising an eyebrow at her.
She produces the blue baseball cap that she took from his bedside table this morning and hands it to him. "Here. I felt cruel for not letting you wear it today because I got to wear my scarf, which you hate. Except I love your baseball caps and you look weird without them."
He smiles and says, "Thanks."
Lorelai leans back a bit and says, "I love you."
Luke smiles again and says, "I love you too. So, what's your plans for your last name?"
"What? It's gonna be Danes, idiot."
"Lorelai Danes. As much as I love you wanting to take my last name, it sounds weird. Lorelai Danes."
"What do you mean?" she asks, frowning.
"You're a Gilmore girl, not a Danes woman."
"Well, how can I parade you around town and brag about you being my husband if it sounds like we're just dating? My last name is officially Danes. Deal with it, Burger Boy."
"How will people know you're related to Rory, then?"
"I'm her mother!" she exclaims.
"Well, I'm your husband."
"Fine, Rory can change her name."
"Christopher will kill me."
"Well, it was nice knowin' ya."
"You're the worst."
"And don't you know it."
And with that, she pulls away with a smirk and goes to prevent from Jess sucking face with her daughter before the reception's over.