Lorelai and Rory walked into the diner, ready to eat. Rory incessantly asked questions about Lorelai and Max's relationship, or lack thereof, while Lorelai watched Luke serve the other customers in the diner.

"And that's it? You two aren't together anymore?" Rory asked. "I just want to know exactly where this relationship stands, because I don't want to step on any metaphorical toes. I don't want to step on any real toes, but unfortunately, it tends to happen. Mom?"

She turned to Rory, suddenly realizing that she was spacing out again. She had to figure this out, and fast. "Yeah?" Lorelai asked.

Rory smiled. "Never mind," she said with a smile of understanding. "You feeling better?"

Lorelai nodded. "I will be, because coffee and chili fries solve everything. Luke?"

Luke walked over to the table. "What can I get you?" he asked.

"I'll have coffee, in the form of Niagara Falls. Then I'll get a cheeseburger with extra cheese and chili fries as well," Lorelai said, smiling sweetly.

"I'll have the same," Rory added.

Luke went to fill their order and Lorelai thought the happenings of the day through. If she did end up with Luke, what would be so bad about that? He was, dare she say it, attractive. He was great to Rory and he could cook, which gave him an automatic gold star from Lorelai. He was over their house a lot anyway, it wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Here you go, I hope you enjoy them now, because you won't when you have a heart attack," Luke muttered, placing the plates on the table.

Lorelai grinned, downing chili fries before the burger, to let the 'extra' extra cheese melt some more. She looked at Rory. "So tell me. What do you think of…Kirk?"

Rory rolled her eyes. "If you think I want to bring Kirk to any sort of function as my date and call him my 'cousin,' then you're wrong."

Lorelai snapped her fingers in mock defeat. "What about… Morey?"

"Is there a point to this madness you've created?" Rory asked. "Because I think this entire day has been someone who's done a 'Freaky Friday' and switched into your body."

"I'm just trying to get a temperature for how you're feeling about the townspeople of Stars Hollow. You know, you're so passive aggressive I want to make sure I know who you're mad at. Because, by extension, I also have to be mad at them," Lorelai said with a smile.

Rory sighed. "Eat your chili fries, they're the panacea for this, I'm sure," she encouraged.

"What do you think of Luke?" Lorelai blurted out.

As Rory swallowed her chili fries, she brought the chair in closer to the diner table. "What do you mean, what do I think of Luke? In what way, and with what person?"

Lorelai cleared her throat. "Uh, well, Luke in general?"

"First of all, Luke makes great chili fries, which I urge you to eat, and second, I know you like him, it's okay to tell me. Remember that whole 'best friends' thing?" Rory reminded Lorelai.

"I think I might like him a little," Lorelai admitted.

"A little?"

"A little. Like thumbnail size."

Rory giggled. "Times about 6000," she added.

Luke walked up to the table and cleared Rory's plates. "You want dessert?" he asked.

"No, actually, I was thinking that I need to go study. I have a big test tomorrow that I can't fail, or else my GPA drops. See you later, Mom," Rory said, kissing Lorelai on the cheek.

"Bye, sweets," Lorelai replied, not comprehending the fact that Rory had left her alone with Luke. When Rory walked out the door, Lorelai immediately recognized Rory's plan. She sighed and took a seat at the counter.

Luke looked at her. "Can I help you?"

"I'm guessing you don't believe in signs," Lorelai replied as Luke poured her another cup of coffee.

"Well, without signs, then people wouldn't know where to drive," Luke muttered.

Lorelai laughed. "You're quite the comedian, aren't you? Heeere's Johnny!"

"What are you talking about, signs?" Luke asked.

"Signs. You know, say something happens like, your favorite flannel is stained. Do you say, 'oh, this is going to be a really bad day, because my flannel's stained' or do you just ignore it?"

Luke shook his head. "Interpreting the happenings of one event in one day can't tell you if things are going to go bad. It just doesn't work."

"What about if… you know, there are signs that something's not right?"

"Are you pregnant?" Luke asked, stopping what he was doing.

Lorelai's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No, no, definitely not. I just… I'm not sure how to tell if this one person likes me or not."

"What does that have to do with semiology?"

She sighed. "Well, there are signs that someone presents when they like you. I just want to know… from a manly perspective. What would you do if you liked a girl? I bet you were the rock thrower as a kid."

"Rock thrower?" Luke repeated.

"You threw rocks at girls to tell them you liked them," Lorelai explained, "But I'm sure now you're much more sophisticated with the ladies."

He shrugged. "I don't fly them to Italy to have pizza and then bring them back, if that's what you mean."

"Well, how do you show a girl you like her?"

"I've never been a poetry and candy kind of guy, either. I don't really know. I guess I just ask her out."

Lorelai scrunched up her nose. "Without any flirting? Ladies LOVE flirting. They get all giggly and they turn red and they say 'oh, you're so sweet' and they fall into your arms. Well, most would."

"Most would what?"

Lorelai took a deep breath, recognizing immediately the hole she was in. "Fall into your arms."

"I'm not sure about that," Luke replied.

She smiled. "I am," she said, putting on her coat. "I'm not sure if you're aware, but you have ammunition that girls can't resist."

"Such as?" he prodded.

"Well, for starters, you can cook. That wins me over automatically. And… you know… your eyes are nice," she said, adding the last part in quickly before taking a sip of coffee.

He nodded. "Oh. Good to know."

"Yeah, well, uh, I have to get back to the house. But, uh, like I said, flirting? A plus," she said, leaving money on the counter and walking out.

Luke was left behind the counter, speechless.