Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, any of its characters, any of the places mentioned in here or Anastasia Beaverhausen. I actually own very little just a lot worn out books, some jeans and Victoria's secret PINK clothes, many fuzzy pillows and an odd collection of novelty pens but as I said before I do not own the Gilmore Girls any of its characters settings or enterprises nor anything associated with the WB or Amy Sherman Palladino. Phew! *author takes a deep breath* Now on with the show.

Author's Notes: I am well aware that technically this is a Literati fic and that I haven't updated in nearly a year. I'm begging you all please, please, please don't hate me. My super busy school year has wrapped up and I am back with a couple brand new chapters for your reading pleasure. This chapter is shorter than the first and takes place in Stars Hollow but it does move the story along and who can resist some Java Junkie.

Luke Danes glanced over the counter for what seemed like the 50th time that minute. She just wouldn't leave.

"Don't you have an Inn to build?" he asked refilling Lorelai's coffee mug.

"Yeah," she pouted sighing deeply. "But I don't wanna go. We have this totally overzealous building inspector coming. Her just moved here from Texas and still hasn't managed to drop the whole walker Texas ranger, tobacco chewing, big hat wearing, foreigner hating bit yet so, needless to say I am not thrilled about being alone with him and Michele today."

"Well, I'm sorry for your trouble. Is there anything I can do?" Lorelai frowned put her head into her cupped hands and looked at Luke with sparkling eyes.

"No thanks for asking though. I just can't believe how much I miss Rory already. Why does California have to be so crazy far away from Connecticut? I wish she wasn't still so hung up on your punk nephew." She paused briefly expecting a snide in retaliation and surprised when it didn't come asked "What no attempts to defend the Danes family honor?" Luke leaned in close with his forearms up on the countertop.

"It's got nothing to do with family honor. He is a punk and there was nothing I could do about it. But hopefully, this move in with his dad will help him."

For one of the rare moments in her life Lorelai Victoria Gilmore was speechless. The answer was so mature, so zen, so live and let die. Not classic Luke Danes at all. This conversation was traveling to the corner of emotional and uncomfortable fast. She had to find a way to drag it back to the local silly farm.

"Yeah, well all I know is that if my daughter comes back married or pregnant or with dreadlocks or worst of all with a whole new wardrobe full of peasant skirts and Birkenstocks I am going to run all the way to Venice Beach faster and with more passion than Forest Gump had in his littlest pinkie nail. It was at that moment both she and Luke realized they had been carrying on this conversation entirely too long free of townsfolk interruption.

"What if the peasant skirts are to hide the pregnancy?" Babette exclaimed from her table by the window, spurring a whole fluster of excitement throughout the diner.

"Well then Babette I'll just have to tell her that when attempting to hide your shameful love child everyone knows that big, baggy band t-shirts are the way to go." Lorelai hesitated.

"If I were your Lorelai I'd be more concerned about elopement. You can marry anyone at anytime in California. I married my fifth husband in Carmel on a Wednesday, divorced him in San Francisco on Friday married my sixth husband in San Diego on Saturday and re-married my fifth husband again in Hollywood on Sunday." Ms. Patty told everyone in the diner but held Lorelai's hand the entire time as she felt that established some sort of connection.

Astonished Lorelai turned to Luke and they had one of their speaking without actually speaking moments. Those secret moments when they unintentionally locked eyes and could read eachothers' minds—like magic. Luke broke the silence first.

"I've taken Miss. Patty for a lot of things over the years but bigamist was never one of them. Is bigamist even the right word to describe the debauchery she just reminisced about?"

"Technically, yes" Kirk chimed in. "Although it is usually used to describe a situation in which a man has taken two wives. Bigamy is accurate at anytime when one person has taken two spouses. No more, no less. You see the pre-fix 'bi' means two and the root 'amy' is Latin for marriage or partnership. So, technically yes Miss. Patty could be labeled a bigamist."

"Hey if Mr. Rochester could do it why can't I?" Miss Patty hooted as she and Babette broke into hysterics.

"Actually Miss Patty Mr. Rochester only tried to be a bigamist. His secret brother-in-law caught him before he could marry Jane Eyre. That's two fun facts before 8:30 this is the best fun-fact Friday ever!" Kirk exclaimed.

Just then proverbial lightening struck Lorelai. "Oh my god! It can't be Friday!" She said in her panicky voice clutching her metallic purse. She turned slowly in ninety-degree shifts. "Luke, if you love me you know in that purely platonic way in which you do. You will stand here before me and tell me that today is not Friday and that I do not have to go to dinner at my parents' tonight all by myself."

"I am a little confused. Are you asking me to tell you that today isn't Friday or asking me to go to Friday night dinner with you because either way the answer is no."

"But Luke!" She exclaimed with a dramatic hair toss. "If you don't go who else will I bring; Sookie's doing baby stuff, Michele's doing French guy stuff and plus you're obligated to go with me as you're partially responsible for Rory not being here. If she wasn't still so in love with your nephew she wouldn't be here. And if you hadn't brought Jess here in the first place she wouldn't have been able to fall in love with him and so Lucas Danes I will see you tonight at 6:30 sharp. Be prompt and try to look as Lumberjack-y as possible I really want to drive my mother as far up the wall as possible."

Luke gingerly lifted up her plate, in an attempt to clean his counters. "How do I put this so simply that even Kirk could understand…No."

"Luke! I'm down on my knees here and not in a dirty way although if that's the only way to convince you into going I am not above it. First though, I am going to try guilt. Luke Danes if you don't go to dinner with me tonight I will have no choice but to bring Anastasia."

"Who?"

"Anastasia Beaverhausen—she's the sock puppet I made out of that one sock I can never find a match to and the leftover glitter, felt and googly eyes from the make your-own greeting cards kit Rory and I only opened that one time but than there was an Thin Man Movie Marathon on Turner Classic Movie so we put it on the dining room table and never got back to it." Luke stared for a moment, without blinking just trying to take it all in. "She's also Russian royalty." Lorelai added feeling her story needed that extra dash a pizzazz.

"Okay, I'll go but only because if you show up voicing a sock puppet your parents will lock you up and throw away the key and I can't afford to lose my best customer."

"Yea!" Lorelai exclaimed spinning around on her stool.