It was yet another Friday night and the Gilmore are once again having their dinner together. They've all became accustomed to not make plans on Fridays anymore, and there's been a lot of less complaining coming from the littlest Gilmore. Rory actually enjoyed the food and the small talk, unlike her sister.

"So, Lorelai, how are things at that charming little inn of yours?" Emily asks.

"Mm. They're still charming and little. We're just crossing our fingers that it doesn't asset itself to become rude and large." Lorelai answers.

"Mom's having a huge wedding there this week." Rory tells them.

"Really?" Emily asks, sounding interested.

"Yeah. Actually, there's people coming from all over the country." Lorelai adds.

"Well, isn't that nice."

"Yeah."

"Rory, how is Chilton?" Emily asks.

"Okay. Done with me now."

Emily looks back at Lorelai. "I'm sorry. Was there more to your story?"

"Um, Rory has to pick a team sport to play." Lorelai says, ignoring her mother.

"It's a requirement." Rory tells them.

"Physical fitness is as important as intellectual fitness." Richard says. "So says Plato and so says I. Lauren, do you play any sports?"

Lauren looks up, quickly. They had not said much to her since she got there, so she was a bit surprised. "Uh. No, Grandpa." She says, nervously. "I haven't found anything I'm good at."

"Sorry, kid. That's my fault." Lorelai smirks.

"That's too bad." Richard says.

"What spot are going to pick?" Emily asks Rory.

"I told her she should go out for the debating them." Lorelai says.

"That's not a sport." Rory corrects her.

"It is, the way the Gilmores play."

"So, what are your choices?" Emily asks.

"Geez. There's like a thousand of them." Rory thinks. "Um. Basketball, lacrosse, swimming, track, golf-"

"Golf?" Emily says, intrigued.

"Yeah."

"Well, your grandfather is a golf player."

The girls turn to Richard. "Oops." Lorelai says.

"He plays every week at the club. He could teach you to play like a pro." Emily continues.

"Emily." Richard says, hoping she'd stop.

"Why, he could take you there on Sunday. It's perfect!"

Richard shakes his head. "It's not something you can teach in an afternoon."

"That's okay. Rory can pick something else." Lorelai tells them.

"Why should she pick something else? She needs to learn a sport, and Richard can teach her a sport. You can use your mother's old golf clubs. They're upstairs gathering dust with the rest of her potential." Emily says, bitterly.

"Okay. Mom, couldn't I maybe talk to you for a minute?"

"We're having dessert."

"I know. But I'd like to talk to you fast before the sugar sets in and makes me crazy."

"You are the oddest person." Emily says following her daughter out of the room. They go as far as the piano room. "This is as far as I can go, unless you'd like me to bore my way through the wall."

"Don't do this, Mom." Lorelai begs.

"Do what?"

"Force Rory and Dad to go golfing."

"I'm not forcing anybody."

"You're manipulating the situation in a way that gives no one a way out. That's force. Look it up."

"I'm just trying to help your daughter get an education."

"Thank you. She'll find another sport."

"Why should she?"

"Because she doesn't want to go, and Dad doesn't want to take her."

Emily rolls her eyes. "Oh, your father doesn't know what he wants. He'd get this hair cut at the butcher, if I let him."

"Just let it go. Please." Lorelai stresses.

"Well, isn't this interesting." Emily smiles. Lorelai looks confused. "You're afraid."

"Of what?"

"That Rory will enjoy the club and have a good time without you."

"That's crazy."

"I agree."

"I'm not afraid."

"Then let her go."

"She won't enjoy it, Mom."

"Well, why don't we just let Rory decide?" Emily asks.

"Because Rory is the sweetest kid in the world, and she won't tell you that she doesn't want to go becuse she is too afraid of hurting your feelings." Lorelai explains.

"Oh, I'm sure you could give her some coaching to get her over that."

"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, Mom. Believe it or not, this is not about you."

"Of course it's about me. If Rory goes and has a good time without you, then I win."

"Okay, Bob Barker. Listen. Rory knocks herself out all week at Chilton. The weekends are the only time she has to unwind and have fun." Lorelai tells her.

"With you?"

"I'm there, and so is Lauren. Yes."

"So, let me get this straight. There's no way that Rory could possibly enjoy a weekend day with her grandfather?" Emily asks.

"Oh, you're just gonna twist it all around, aren't you?"

"And you know your daughter so well that you don't even have to ask her opinion on this. She'd be miserable and you'd know it."

"I'm so setting myself up here, but yes."

"That sounds a little controlling to me. Interesting, isn't it, you being the one who's controlling." Emily smirks. "I guess you and I are more alike than you thought, aren't we?"

Lorelai sighs. "You win."

"Thank you." Emily starts walking away. "Maybe we should ask Lauren if she'd like to join. I mean, she's only eleven, but I'm sure she'd enjoy spending time with her sister on the golf course."

"Okay! That's where I draw the line!" Lorelai yells after her.


At the inn, Lorelai walks to the front desk where Michel is handing out gift baskets to the helpers.

"So, any problems?" She asks.

"With the wedding, or my life?" Michel asks, somberly.

"One guess. And I'll give a hint: it's not your life." Lorelai tells him.

"Do you stage these events to torture me?"

"Yes."

"Job well done."

"Okay. Lets start again. Any problems?"

"Guest are checked in, baskets are given out, and 200,000 tons of Jordan Almonds have been delivered."

"Okay, good. Did Rory call? She's golfing all day with my father and I'm half-expecting this big 'save me' call to come in. You don't care at all, do you?" She asks, seeing Michel is ignoring her.

"To me you are the teacher in the Charlie Brown cartoon."

"Okay. Forget it. Have the grooms arrived? Their plan was due at 7:30. I'm surprised they're not here by now."

"Maybe they made a run for it." Michel jokes.

"Oh, somebody got stood up at Prom."

Michel looks up and is stunned by what he is seeing. "Oh, dear."

"What?" Lorelai asks, looking up. Twin guys walk into the lobby with their luggage.

"Are those?"

"No. It would be too.." The two twin brides suddenly run up to the twin guys and hug them with excitement. "..weird."

"You kept this from me on purpose."

"It's like a really snooty double-mint commercial." Lorelai laughs.


At the golf course, Richard and Rory are walking down to the course.

"Is it hard to become a member here?" Rory asks her grandfather.

"Oh, everyone has to go through a thorough screening process." Richard tells her.

"Kind of like the F.B.I?"

"We're much more thorough than that." He says in all seriousness.

"Wow."

"Yes. Do you know the merger of forscape and D.S.S. happened right here on this lawn?" Richard asks.

"Really?"

"Mm, international finance will never be the same, and all because of a lost golfing bet."

"That's crazy."

"Well, that's high finance. Well, here we are." Richard says, as they make it to the first spot on the course. "Now, what do you know about golf?"

"It's a good walk spoiled." Rory answers nervously.

Richard sighs. "Well, your drive is the most powerful club in your bag, and as such, it can be your most valuable asset or your greatest liability. There you are." He hands Rory her club.

"Now line he toe of your left foot up with the ball." Rory does this. "That's right. Now, drop this shoulder a little bit. Now, keeping your left arm firm, draw the club back and swing it cleanly through the ball."

Rory does this and she hits the grass instead. "I'm better that was wrong."

"There are no rights or wrong to the learning process." Richard grabs the grass and puts it back in it's place. "Try that again." Rory tries again and hits the grass once more.


At the inn, Michel and Lorelai walk into the lobby to find the brides arguing about soup or salad. Their mom walks up to Lorelai looking very unhappy.

"It has been a non-stop argument about soup or salad, soup or salad. Get me a cap. I am going to go far far away now."

"How about if the guests get a choice of soup or salad?" Lorelai suggests.

"That- that will work." She says walking back to her daughters.

Lauren runs up to Lorelai. "I'm here to help!"

Lorelai smiles and looks at her watch. "Oh, and about an hour late. Thanks for coming."

Lauren rolls her eyes. "I could see if I can catch up with Rory and go golfing with Grandpa if that's what what you want." Lauren tells her.

Lorelai gasp. "You will do no such thing!"

"Sorry, I'm late. Rory couldn't figure out what she wanted to wear and I had to help her."

"It's okay. Has she called since?"

Lauren shakes her head. "No. So, I'm assuming everything is good then."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Lorelai says, mainly to herself. Sookie walks up from behind. "Choice of soup or salad." Lorelai tells her when she sees her.

"Got it." Sookie sees the twin sets together.

"It's so weird."

Lauren squints to get a better look. "Wait. Are they.."

"Yes." Michel answers.

"Which one is which?" Sookie asks.

"I don't know. I think the one on the right is Matt." Lorelai guesses.

"No. The one on the left if Matt." Michel corrects her. "The one on the right is Mark."

"That's very impressive."

"Yes. Well, I'm very good at observing people. You know, learning their tics and traits, the sound of their voices. It's gift."

"That one has a post-it on its back." Lauren points.

"Oh. Well, then that's Mark."

Lorelai looks at Michel in disbelief. "You will go and take that off of him!"

"I will not. We can't call everyone 'sweetie' and get away with it."

"Go with me here." Sookie says. "But let's say Mark walks into a hotel room, and he sees his wife naked, but it's not his wife.." Lorelai quickly covers Lauren's ears. Lauren rolls her eyes. "..it's his naked sister-in-law, and he has sex with her. Would that be cheating?"

Lorelai laughs, taking her hands off of Lauren's ears. "I think no."

"Really? Lucky."

"If you ask me, this union belongs on a public access station. It's against the laws of nature, and just this short of completely obscene." Michel tells them.

Lorelai looks at Michel. "Huh. You won't be giving the wedding toast." Lorelai grabs Lauren's hand and leads her to the brides' mom. "How did everything work out?" She asks.

"Do you have children?" She asks.

"Two." Lorelai raises Lauren's hand. "This is one of them."

"Do you hate her?" Lauren furrows her brows at the question and looks at her mom.

"No."

"Hm. Darling, don't ever get married." She tells Lauren.


At the golf course, Richard and Rory are walking down the course.

"I can't believe I hit the ball." Rory says, happily.

"Well, it's quite impressive." Richard tells her.

"It landed in the water."

Richard laughs, lightly. "Yes, but the splash was quite impressive."

"This place is so beautiful. I can see myself just coming here to think or read. But that probably defeats the purpose of the holes with the flags in them."

"Oh, there is something rather serene about walking around here." Richard agrees.

"Do you come here every week?"

"No. When I can. I'm often working on the weekends."

"Bummer. Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"What do you do?"

"I'm the executive vice president of the Gehrman-Driscoll Insurance Corporation." Richard tells her.

"Wow."

"Yes."

"And as executive vice president what do you do?" Rory asks.

"Well, it's a very big company. One of the largest in the United States. As a matter of fact, I have a myriad of duties which would bore you greatly to hear about."

"Oh. Okay." Rory says, looking disappointed.

Richard notices and continues. "I oversee our international division."

"That sounds important."

"Well, it rates a parking spot." Richard jokes.

"Do you get to travel a lot?"

"Oh, quite a lot."

"Lucky."

"I suspect you have a yen for travel?"

"I'm up to my ears in yens." Rory smiles.

"And particular place you'd like to go?" Richard asks, curiously.

"Hundreds of places. Paris, Rome, London, Prague, Istanbul, Fez. Have you ever been to Fez?"

"I can't say that I have. Traveling for a young girl is a very important thing. Your mother never got a chance to travel much."

"I know. She talks about it all the time." Rory tells him. "We've got a deal. When I graduate from high school, we're gonna go backpacking through Europe together. We're even going to bring Lauren along. She's always reading about different countries and their cultures."

"She does?" Richard asks, sounding surprised.

"Yeah. I just hope it really happens."

"Well, we'll just have to make sure that it does." Rory simply smiles as they continue to walk and talk.


At the inn, Lorelai walks outside when she hears her name being called.

"Mom, the swans are here!" Lauren yells.

"Oh, great!" Lorelai walks over to Lauren and Kirk, who brought the swans.

"Where do you want the swans?" Kirk asks.

"Well, do you know where the pond is?" Lorelai asks.

"Nope."

"Okay. Do you know how to say 'big help' in Chinese?"

"Nope."

"Mom, I'll show him." Lauren tells her.

"This is twenty swans?" Lorelai asks, clearly only seeing four in the cage.

"Sure, why not." Kirk says.

"Come on." Lauren tells Kirk before her mom gets angrier than she already is.

"Lauren, be careful and don't touch the swans!" Lorelai yells out as she watches Lauren try to pet the swan through the cage.


At the club, Rory and Richard are having lunch when some of Richard's friends walk in.

"Mind if we join in?" One of them asks.

"Ah. Rory, this is Julian Johnson and Edward James." Richard introduces.

"Call me Ed."

"Would you care to join us?"

"If Rory doesn't mind us intruding." Ed says, kindly.

"No. That's fine." Rory tells him.

"So, we hear you're going to Chilton." Julian tells her.

"I just started."

"That's a hard school."

"Yes, sir."

"Rory is an excellent student. 4.0 grade point average." Richard tells them, proudly. "She's going to Fez some day." Rory smiles at her grandfather. She couldn't believe he was actually bragging about her.

"Fez? What hell is in Fez?" They ask.

"That's for her to find out." Richard says as Rory laughs.


At Luke's diner, Rory is sitting alone waiting for her mom and sister when Luke walks up. Rory is wearing the ugly hat her grandmother put on her this morning.

"Interesting hat." He tells her.

"I went golfing with my grandfather today." Rory says.

"Did you know golf courses are environmental blight because of the chemicals they use to keep the grass green?" Luke asks.

"Actually, I did." Luke just stares at her. "Bad joke. Sorry."

Luke walks away just as Lorelai and Lauren walk in. "Luke, we need the largest cheeseburgers in the world." Lorelai calls out to Luke, dramatically, as they sit down with Rory. "So, the wedding is a nightmare! We got these ten boxes of creepy larvae that are suppose to swarm into butterflies on the wedding day. They swarmed a little early."

"It was really cool." Lauren tells her. "So, what's with the hat?"

"Grandma gave it to me." Rory tells her.

"Oh, that's just mean." Lorelai grimaces.

"It's not that bad."

"Do you want a mirror?" Lauren asks.

"I'm taking it ff." Rory says, taking the hat off.

"So, Rory's golfing adventure. Tell me." Lorelai says, excited to hear all the bad stuff.

"It was fine." Rory says, surprising Lorelai.

"Oh, honey, I brought you some of Sookie's chocolate cake to make you feel better." She pushes the plate towards Rory.

"I really wasn't that bad. I think even Lauren would have enjoyed it."

"Really?" Lauren asks.

"You are the sweetest kid in the whole world." Lorelai tells her. "Where on Earth did you get that from?"

"By the end of the day I could even hit the ball." Rory tells them. "Sometimes it wasn't my ball, but the intentions were good."

"Well, good intentions and no physical exertion whatsoever is what the game of golf was built on. So, did you order?"

"I'm not hungry. I had a big lunch at the club."

"You had a big lunch at the club?" Lorelai asks sounding confused.

"Yep. It was quite good."

"Quite?" Lauren asks. "What's with the 'quite?'"

"What do you mean?"

"You don't ever say quite."

"I've said quite plenty of times."

"Well, besides the quite good lunch you had, what else happened?" Lorelai asks.

"Nothing. I played. I met his friends. I took a steam."

Lauren almost chokes on her coffee. "You took a steam?" Lorelai grins.

"Yeah. I sweated out all my toxins, and I stole a towel."

"Wow." Lorelai says, surprised. "It sounds like you really had a good time."

"I did."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really?"

"Okay. New word now."

"Sorry. I'm just surprised. I thought you were going to be bored."

"I was kinda surprised, too. I don't know. It was pretty there and Grandpa and I talked a lot."

"You talked? Really?" Lauren asks.

"You're starting it again."

"You talked?" Lorelai asks this time.

"We talked about Fez. I told him about our backpacking trip, and he thought it was a great idea."

"Wow. So, you really had fun."

"Yeah." Rory smirks, as she plays with her hat.

"That's great. That is really, really great." Lorelai says, unsure how she feels about this.

Rory puts on her hat again. "Does this hate really look bad on me?"

"No. I think it looks kind of cute."

Rory smiles as she and Lauren start talking about the course and everything she and Richard talked about. Lorelai just watches her girls in silence. She was still amazed that Rory had a good time, without her, at the golf course. She wanted to be happy for her, but she some how felt a little jealous inside.


Outside the house, Lorelai and Rory are sitting on the porch reading. Lorelai looks up at Rory.

"So, you know what I was just thinking?" Lorelai asks.

"That Madonna and Sean Penn should get remarried." Rory jokes.

"Besides that. I was thinking your golfing expedition should totally count as a dinner."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I think I can get us out of dinner at the grandparents' on Friday. Maybe we could grab a movie. I know Lauren will probably be excited to hang out with her big sister."

Oh. Well, that's okay. I would love to spend some extra time with you and Lauren, but we have Saturday and Sunday, and Grandma would probably freak out if we didn't go."

"Yeah. But, I can handle those freak outs. I've done that."

"You know, I have to get a book from Grandpa anyway. Lets just go."

"Oh. Alright." Lorelai frowns. "If you really want to." Lorelai continues staring at her daughter. "Is that my sweater?"

"What?" Rory says, looking down at what she is wearing.

"You're wearing my sweater."

"So?"

"No, it's okay. It's just I thought I asked you to at least ask, you know, before you borrow my stuff."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Lorelai shrugs. "It's just, it's not too much for a simple 'can I borrow it, Mom,' is it?"

Rory looks confused. "No. It's not. Geez. Lighten up."

"It's my favorite sweater, too." Lorelai adds.

"Since when?"

"Since always."

"This is not your favorite sweater." Rory argues.

"Yes, it is. Now, it's gonna be stretched out, just like everything you borrow. And, I know it's you because, sorry, but Lauren isn't quite there yet, if you know what I mean. So, I know she's not borrowing my clothes."

"That's funny because she borrows my clothes all the time. And I couldn't possibly stretch them out. Your boobs are way bigger than mine, if that's what you mean." Rory says in defense.

"That's is not true."

"Yes, it is."

"Your boobs are totally bigger than mine!"

"You're crazy!"

"Do want to measure?" Lorelai asks. "Go get the measuring tape right now."

"I am not going to measure my boobs!"

"Because you know that you are totally bigger." Lorelai tells her.

"I'm going inside." Rory says, grabbing her things.

"Fine! Don't measure! We'll just compare bras!"

"Stop it!" Rory yells.

"I'll stop it when you quit stealing my stuff!"

"You're cracked!"

"You're bigger!" Lorelai yells as Rory goes inside.

Lorelai takes a breath as she sits back down.


In town, Sookie and Lorelai are walking down the sidewalk.

"Your boobs are bigger than mine?" Lorelai asks, in disbelief. "I'm a mental case."

"So, apologize." Sookie tells her.

"No. I was too mad and stupid to apologize last night, and she was gone before I got up this morning. What is wrong with me?"

"You're possessive over your sweaters."

"And it's not even about the sweater. It's about the golfing thing and liking it thing. She had fun, Sookie, just like my mother said she would."

"Yeah. That's gotta hurt."

"She should have fun. I mean, I want her to have a good relationship with her grandparents. They both should. Just because I don't doesn't meant they shouldn't, right?" Lorelai asks.

"Right."

Right. So, why was I trying to get her out of Friday night dinner? What am I trying to do, undermine their relationship?"

"No, you weren't."

"I was."

"Yes, you were."

"Yes. I'm four years-old."

"You're jealous." Sookie tells her.

Lorelai laughs. "Oh. I am not jealous."

"You are. You're jealous because they like Rory better than you. Could be why Lauren doesn't have a relationship with them. I mean, she sees how you are with them. She's heard the things they've done to you. She's eleven and wants to make her mom happy. Rory is a teenage who, although, is a lot like you, she has a lot in common with them, too." Sookie explains.

"Yeah. But I left that life. You know, the club my parents. I ran from it as soon as I could. It just never occurred to me that Rory might want it, too. It occurred to my mother, though. I hate that she was right."

"You don't know that-oh!" Sookie runs towards a box of strawberries outside of the market. She gasp as she admires them. "Look at you. You're beautiful." She says to the strawberries.

"I have to be more adult about this." Lorelai continues when she catches up to Sookie. "I mean, if the country club life is what she wants, more power to her, right?" You know, little while gloves and coming-out parties. That makes some girls happy, right?"

"Yeah. Sure. If they are on Prozac. Absolutely."

"I just never thought that I raised that kind of kid, you know? I mean, I see it now. It's so Rory. Do you really think Lauren acts that way because of me?" Lorelai asks, curiously.

"It's a good possibility. She loves you, but I think she loves her sister, too, and they enjoy some of the same things."

"Unbelievable!" They hear Jackson yell from behind.

"Jackson!" Sookie yells.

He walks up to her looking upset. "So, this is what we've come to? You sneaking around behind my back, buying somebody else's strawberries?"

"I was desperate!"

"You disgust me!"

"I needed the strawberries!"

"Well, now you have them! I hope you're happy together!" Jackson runs off.

"Jackson, wait!" Sookie yells as she runs after him.


At the wedding, Lorelai is watching from the porch of the inn at everyone dancing and having a good time, laughing. She turns around and sees Rory sitting at one of the table with the guestbook in front of her. She walks over and sits down.

"Hey, stranger." Lorelai says.

"Hey."

"Good turnout?" Lorelai asks, pointing to the guestbook.

"Yep."

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Are you trying to make up?" Rory asks.

"No. I was trying to hydrate you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Rory shrugs.

"A crazy, evil spirit obsessed with bra sizes took over my body. She's gone now."

"Good to know."

"You know, I'm glad you're bonding with your grandparents."

"No. You're not." Rory grins.

"Yes. I am. It's just weird for me, is all. I just can't relate to it." Lorelai says, honestly.

"You could have tried."

"No. We're too...too much has happened. I'm glad you are anyway. I would love for Lauren to be that way, too. Remember when you two were really little and she would follow you and do everything her big sister was doing?" Rory rolls her eyes remembering at how annoyed she would get sometimes. "She'd read when you read. She'd sneak in coffee because you were sneaking in coffee." Lauren laughs. "But I need you to be that person she starts following again. I want her to have a good relationship with my parents like you do because she is trying to please me."

"That's going to be hard." Rory tells her. "Have you met your daughter? She's very stubborn."

"I know. And it's scary that she had my personality when I was that age. I mean, it's almost freaky. But, you're like me, too, and I need her to see that nothing is with getting to know her grandparents." Lorelai explains.

Rory nods her head, understanding. "Yeah."

"I didn't mean to cut you off from them so completely, you know? I just happened. Not having them in my life just felt so right. I just never thought..I'm sorry."

Lauren runs over to them. "Why are you two just sitting here when the party is over there?" She says, out of breath from dancing.

Lorelai smiles and pulls Lauren into her lap. "Are you serious? We are the party." She jokes, making Lauren laugh.

They look out and see a women fussing at her young daughter. "I did not pay five hundred dollars for this dress so you could run around and mess it up. Now, you sit, and be still. Cross your legs. You're lady."

"Ugh. I must have had a million dresses like that." Lorelai tells her daughters.

"It doesn't really scream you." Rory says.

"No. I did all the screaming."

"Thank you for not putting us in a dress like that."

"You're welcome." Lorelai smiles. "But, hey, wearing those dresses not too bad."

Lauren laughs. "How are they not bad?"

"They really fly up when you twirl around. And if you're wearing that ruffled underwear, big crowd pleaser."

"If it makes you feel better, I think I got a fungus from the steam room." Rory tells her hoping to make her mom feel a little better about the golf thing.

Lorelai laughs. "It does. Thank you."

Rory wraps her arms around her mom's arm and rests her head on her arm also while Lorelai gives her daughter a gentle kiss on her head. Lauren wraps her arms around her mom's neck, and leans her head on top of Lorelai's while they watch everyone on the dance floor.


It's Friday night again, and Emily opens the door letting the girls in. Lorelai walks in holding a box.

"Oh. Good. You're here." Emily smiles.

"Hey." Lorelai greets her.

"Hi, Grandma." Rory and Lauren both say.

"My goodness. What's that?" Emily asks about the box.

"We brought dessert." Lorelai tells her.

"Really? How thoughtful."

"Blueberry shortcake." Lauren tells her.

"I've never heard of blueberry shortcake."

"Yeah. It's a Stars Hollow specialty." Lorelai says, opening the box.

"Why is it already cut?" Emily asks.

"It's leftover from the wedding at the inn."

"Yes, I know where the wedding was."

"Oh. Sorry. You were just doing that staring thing."

"You brought us used dessert?" Emily asks, a little disgusted.

"It's not used. It's leftover." Lorelai repeats.

"How nice. I'll just put it in the kitchen. Next to my half-empty box of cherries." She hands the box to the maid. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Uh. White wine would be great."

"Coke." Lauren says.

"Same here." Rory tells her.

"So, Lorelai, did Rory tell you all about the wonderful time she had at the club?" Emily asks.

"She did." Lorelai nods.

"Your father was simply flying all week. She really charmed him." Emily says as they all sit down.

"Oh, if anybody could, it would be her."

"In this age of M.T.V. and hundred television channels, who would imagine that a young girl could still get a thrill spending a simple afternoon with her grandfather?"

"White win would be real good right now, Mom."

"You know about M.T.V., Grandma?" Lauren asks.

"Lauren, dear, I am not that old. I do watch a little t.v. now and again. I hope you are not watching that trash."

"Nope. I just watch it when Rory does." Lauren jokes making Lorelai and Rory laugh at the disturbed expression on Emily's face.

"Lauren's joking, Grandma." Rory assures her to avoid a heart attack.

Emily shakes her head. "Just like your mother." She says, handing them each their drinks. "I think we should consider getting her a membership at the club, don't you?"

"If she wants. Sure." Lorelai says.

"I mean, to have a place to go where she could socialize. That's very important to a young girl."

"Well, now, especially now that the crack den has closed down on the corner, all her really good friends are gone." Lorelai jokes. "What do you think, Mom, should I pursue the career in comedy?"

"It's just very interesting the way things turn out, isn't it?" Emily asks with a small smirk.

Lorelai sighs. She did not want to get into it with her mother and they haven't even sat down to eat yet. Richard walks in just in time. "Oh. You're here! Lorelai."

"Dad."

"Rory, Lauren, I have a surprise for you both. Rory, not only did I find that copy of Mencken's Chrestomathy, we discussed, I also found a first edition of his memoirs as well."

"You're kidding!" Rory says.

"It's in my office if you'd like to see them."

"Oh, my gosh. I totally would." Rory gets up and walks towards her grandfather's office.

"And, Lauren, I have something that I thin might really interest you, too."

"You do?" Lauren asks, looking confused. She looks at Lorelai who is simply smiling at her.

"Yes. Come on. I can't wait to show you." Lauren stands up and follows him to his office.

"I'd like to take a look myself." Emily says following them out and leaving Lorelai there by herself.

And with her drink.