The latest maid meets them at the door and instructs everyone to go out to the patio for drinks. Richard greets Luke warmly and hands him a chilled Budweiser from a cooler on the patio. Emily walks out to the patio and greets Luke frostily as she spots the beer can in his hand, despite the effort he has made to look nice for the occasion.

Next, Richard starts to hand Lorelai her customary glass of white wine, but she politely declines.

" Lorelai! What's the matter with you?" Emily groused. "I'll have you know that glass of white wine you just refused is from one of the finest purveyors of Pouilly Fouisse in France, not that you would probably notice if you bothered to take a sip. You just don't seem to appreciate the effort I put into these Friday night dinners."

" Pouilly Fouisse? Wow? I deigned to turn down a glass of Pouilly Fouisse? Sounds like the missing lyrics to a Labelle song."

Lorelai and Rory start bouncing their heads up and down in unison and singing "Pouilly, Pouilly, Pouilly Fouisse! Pouilly, Pouilly, Pouilly Fouisse! CREOLE LADY MARMALADE!" Luke, who usually remains as stoic as a brick wall when Lorelai and Rory are executing their comedy routines, suddenly loses his grip and breaks out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter and the more he tries to stop, the worse it gets.

"Well, if you think an extraordinary vintage like Pouilly Fouisse is so damn funny, I guess when you come next week, I can instruct the maid to prepare a chilled carafe of Ernest and Julio to have ready for you when you arrive and it can be my turn to laugh as I watch you all slurp up that common swill, which I assume you'd prefer to the expensive wine I offered you tonight," Emily huffed.

" Mom, as much as I probably would prefer Ernie and Julie to Pouilly, Pouilly, Pouilly Fouisse, I'd have to decline that one, too."

"What are you talking about? What's going on here? " Emily demanded to know.

"Lorelai, allow me," Luke interjected, sensing Lorelai was about to let the cat out of the bag in an unceremonious fashion. He wanted to be the one to make the announcement. For as long as he could remember, Emily and Lorelai had been at each other's throats and he wanted the announcement to be a pleasant and happy occasion and not one that would evolve into yet another confrontation. He loved Lorelai dearly, but from his point of observation, at least half the arguments and fights she was involved in with Emily were her fault. He knew he would never, never, tell her that, but he still wanted to be the one to break the news about the baby tonight.

"Richard, Emily, we have an announcement to make, Lorelai and I are going to have a baby. Lorelai's two months pregnant and the baby is due in May."

"Well! This is wonderful news," Richard responded cheerfully. "I'll have the maid bring champagne for all of those who can drink, so we can make a toast."

Emily said nothing, her eyes tearing up at Luke's announcement and suddenly she saw him in a different light. She hadn't been crazy about telling the ladies at the DAR that her daughter was married to the owner of a diner, so she'd embellished and told them that he was the proprietor of an exclusive bistro in Stars Hollow, praying they'd never actually ask her for the name of the restaurant. Suddenly, with the announcement of the baby, none of this mattered anymore. It was like the fog of elitism was lifted and she, too, was able to see Luke for the wonderful, caring soul that Lorelai and Rory had known he was for all these years.

"Well this is wonderful news," Emily declared happily. "I'll expect to see this baby going to Chilton, too, and following in Rory's footsteps and, of course, we'll help with this child, too. So money's no excuse for this child not to meet high academic standards."

"Mom, please! I haven't finished paying you off for Rory's time at Chilton; I don't want to be indebted to you forever."

"Emily, we appreciate your offer to help the baby attend Chilton and Lorelai and I will discuss this with you further when the time comes," Luke said calmly, trying to diffuse what he felt was an inappropriate comment made by Lorelai.

Lorelai turned and shot darts out of her eyes at Luke, but Emily smiled warmly at Luke's words, realizing at last that he didn't bear Lorelai's perpetual spirit of combativeness and that it was going to be fun having him around, at least she could count on him being on her side at least some of the time. She had a strange and wonderful feeling that Luke was going to turn out to be like the son she never had.

After dinner, they left for Stars Hollow and Rory reflected on her grandmother's words on the ride home. It bothered her that she had said she wanted the baby to follow in her footsteps. Rory wanted the child to follow the path that felt right to him or her and right now she wasn't even sure she was on the path she had wanted to follow. She knew of course, that Emily and Richard couldn't be prouder to tell their friends and acquaintances that their granddaughter was a reporter at Forbes, but it didn't feel like the right fit to her and she wished she had other options and hoped her brother or sister was going to have the option of following the dream that felt right to them without having to feel pressured by her legacy.