"Marshmallows?" Rory asked again, reading off her list of necessities.

"Check…" Logan replied for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Shampoo?"

"Check."

"Is it the watermelon scented kind? It has to be watermelon." Logan reached back into the overloaded shopping cart.

"Kiwi," he replied in an exasperated tone, dropping the shampoo back into the cart.

Without a word, Rory grabbed his hand and pulled him in the opposite direction, towards the shampoo aisle.

"It has to be watermelon," she muttered, dragging him along like a mother and her child in the supermarket.

"What the lady wants, the lady gets," he replied through a sarcastic smirk, suddenly in a better mood.

Oh, the famous Huntzberger smirk, Rory thought, glaring back at him, which was really just an excuse for staring.

"Better watch it Ace, you almost bumped into that grumpy old man." Rory looked around, not noticing anyone. "Relax, I know you were just staring at my beautiful face, he added teasingly.

"Shut u – chocolate. Do we have any?"

"I -" Before Logan could reply, Rory had already torn his arm off, pulling him towards the chocolate. He had already thought of for when he was going to schedule a physiotherapy appointment. Who would have thought someone who didn't exercise would have that much strength?

Rory was pulling bar after bar off of the shelf and dropping them into their cart. Thank God they were almost sold out or the cashier would look at them like they were meth heads.

"You do know chocolate is good for you?" Logan asked knowing what the answer would be.

"I don't believe you," she shot back, still piling it in the cart.

"Don't believe me if you want Ace, but dark chocolate decreases high blood pressure, improves circulation, defends against molecules that cause cancer, heart disease and stroke, improves digestion, and of course stimulates a poor appetite. And if I'm not mistaken that's the first rule in The Gilmore Guidebook to Good Health; Any healthy food or food Luke would approve of is not permitted on the premises during a classic Gilmore movie night under any circumstances. And I can't believe you made me read that enough times that I memorized it."

Rory bit her lip, looking deep in thought.

"We could Google it."

"You don't believe me Ace, Logan said in a mocking tone, "Because now I'm surprised you even got into Yale in the first place. He smirked, letting her know that he was only joking.

"I still don't believe you, and I'm Googling it when we get home." Rory said, slowly piling it back onto the shelf.

"Of course," Logan said wrapping his arm around her shoulder, taking the shopping cart with his other hand. "Once we pay for our food we can go home and watch all three Godfathers on DVD and you can forget this day ever happened." He said steering the cart towards the checkout counters.

Once they had unloaded all of there items, Rory suddenly blurted out "The shampoo!" and was off in the other direction. The cashier looked expectantly at Logan, impatiently waiting for him to pay her. Logan took out his wallet, shaking his head while doing so.

Yes, this girl was definitely worth it.