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SUMMARY: Ordinary people would believe that the Gilmore girls taste like coffee.
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Written for dawnydiesel
TASTE
by Leni
Ordinary people would believe that the Gilmore girls taste like coffee.
They don't.
Max remembers home-cooked Italian and the cookies he brought to the P&T meeting. Dean always thinks of French fries and the trace of milkshake from breakfast at Luke's. Alex never got past the breath-mint stage with Lorelai, while Christopher has a label for every stage and each day in-between.
For Jess, Rory tasted like she smelled, and she always smelled of oranges or lime or grapes. Jason never really noticed; but he made pancakes for Lorelai. When he thinks about it, he likes to think she tasted like his pancakes.
Logan figures out it's her lip-gloss, always sweet and fruity with the slightest hint of sharp bitterness. Then he laughs and if Rory asks what happened, he'll bow to her and say he's making poetry about their kisses. She'll blush, then she'll swat his arm. Yes, sweet and sharp at the same time.
Luke had thought she'd taste like his coffee. Big mistake. Instead he registers her favourite Pop Tarts and always, always, a hint of sugar behind her teeth. As months pass, he thinks he can identify the source for every weekday. Mondays: chocolate, Tuesdays: Sookie's pastries, Wednesdays…. He stops there. It feels too much like labels, and he knows Lorelai will jump over them and blur them together if she ever found out.
For Richard, his Gilmore girl tastes like two wedding vows, forty years together, a brilliant daughter and a heaven-sent granddaughter. Emily's kisses are made of living without you is a waste of time, and it's true.
Maybe that's the real taste of the Gilmore girls. It just takes decades to understand it.
The End
17/11/06