Now it's Babette's turn!
Just A Little Cinnamon Goes A Long Way
Babette was thirty-five. Her best friend had been married three times.
It scared her. All she really wanted was to be loved, but it was looking like that might never happen.
And so she bought a kitten named Cinnamon.
One lazy August afternoon, when the air in Stars Hollow was hot enough to cook bacon, she opened the front door to let a breeze through the house, and before she knew it, Cinnamon had zipped out the door and into the street.
The little ginger cat led her on a merry chase across town and Babette was a mess of sweat and stitches by the time she reached the gazebo.
"I believe this belongs to you?" a voice asked, and she turned in surprise.
There, standing before her, was the most gorgeous six-foot-eight hunk of a man she'd ever seen, holding Cinnamon as if he were a precious infant.
"Oh, thanks doll," Babette gasped, fanning herself. It wasn't just the sweltering temperatures that were making her hot now. "His name's Cinnamon, I don't know how the poor dear got away from me! Are you new in town? I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Babette."
The man smiled and gently handed Cinnamon to her. "My name's Morey."