A/N: Here is the chapter I promised! Yes...a day later but much quicker than my usual updates! Hope you enjoy!

Just Like Bobby Flay

"I'm starved," Rory said, walking through campus with Logan. Her hand was securely in his, something that still made her grin like a little school girl. "Mimi's, maybe? I would knock over several people for one of their muffins right now."

"I have something else in mind," he said evasively.

"Does it involve food?"

"Yes."

"Well, then I'm sold."

They made their way past a variety of academic buildings, taking a route that looked deceptively like the one to his apartment. She glanced over at him and said, "We're not going to your apartment, are we?"

"That's where we're headed. You have a problem with that, Ace?"

"I just thought something besides pizza bagels for lunch could be fun," she said slowly. "Not that I have anything against pizza bagels."

"Of course not, they're delicious."

"That they are. But don't you want something a little less from a freezer?"

"We're not having pizza bagels," he assured her. "And we're not eating anything from the freezer, either."

"There is food in the man cave that doesn't come directly from the freezer? I've looked in your fridge, Logan. It's beer and two month old cheese."

"I may have gone shopping," he said nonchalantly, opening the front door of his building. She stepped in, turning back toward him as she said, "You went shopping? As in food shopping?"

"Thank you for following my train of logic."

They took the elevator up to his apartment and she walked into the living room, tossing her purse on the couch as she walked to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and her eyes widened when she saw shelves of edible food. He palmed her waist, gently moving her to the side as he grabbed a few ingredients. She shuffled backward and sat down on one of the kitchen stools, watching with interest as he laid out the food on the counter.

"Are you cooking for me?" she asked after a moment. "Because I wasn't aware you knew how to cook."

"Yes Ace, I can cook."

She leaned forward excitedly, propping her elbows up on the counter and asked, "What are you cooking?"

"I'm making us some sandwiches from a recipe I found online."

"Ooh, a recipe," she cooed. "You can cook and read? I think I'll keep you."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked back to the refrigerator and pulled out a plastic container. She craned her neck to see what was in it and asked, "What is that?"

"Caramelized onions. I made them yesterday."

"Listen to you with your caramelized onions. I'm dating Bobby Flay."

He grinned. "Ham sandwiches with jarlsberg, caramelized onions, and brown mustard. Sound good?"

"I don't know what half of that is. You tell me."

"Pretty good, if I do say so myself," he replied, beginning to slice the loaf of bread. "The mustard is my own addition. I think it adds something."

"Do you have a man-pron?" she asked, studying him with a small grin as he slathered mustard onto the bread.

"A what?"

"A man-pron. You know, an apron for a man."

He laughed. "No, I don't."

Rory grinned. "I know what I'm getting you for your birthday."

"A man-pron?"

She nodded. "And I'll find one of those websites where you can design your own."

"A man-pron designed by you? I'm terrified to see the results."

"You'd love it," she retorted, shifting on the seat. "Ooh, what are you doing now?"

He was over at the stove, placing a ridged pan over the burner and then turning on the gas. "I'm getting the Panini press ready."

"A Panini press," Rory repeated, trying the word out. "I want to cook just to have all the gadgets."

He finished assembling the sandwiches and then set them on the pan, placing a cover over them and pressing down lightly. She watched with interest, thinking to herself that the only other man who had cooked for her was Luke. She liked this better.

"How long do they have to be in the Panini press?"

"About three minutes on each side."

"My man cooks," Rory sighed, resting her chin on her palm. "Do you clean, too?"

"No, my dishwasher does."

"And he even has a dishwasher!"

"That's it," Rory said, pushing her empty plate away from her. "We are never eating out again. You are cooking every meal."

"So, you liked it?"

"I loved it," Rory said. "It was so good, I might even try to recreate it myself. At some point. Very far down the line. For now, I'll just have you make it for me."

He smirked. "Can't say I didn't see that last part coming."

She reached across the table and took his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. "Thank you for lunch. It was very nice of you, very romantic."

"Figure I should pull out all the stops since we're officially dating."

"I think we were officially dating before, too. People just didn't know."

"Exactly, I needed to give you something to brag about."

"Because you anticipate me doing so much bragging?"

"No," he said with a grin. "I simply have given you material if you were so inclined."

"So this is bribery for bragging."

"Essentially, yes."

She laughed, leaning across the table to kiss him. "I promise to tell everyone about these sandwiches. Even people I don't know."

"That's what I like to hear."

"Mom!" Rory called out, pushing her laundry basket in front of her into the house and catching the door on the back of her heel. She stumbled forward, pulling the door closed. "Lucy, I'm home!"

"Lucy!" Lorelai trilled, gliding in from the kitchen with her usual aplomb. "My, what large bags of laundry you carry."

"Three weeks' worth."

"How did you not run out of underwear?"

"I bought myself some new pairs."

"Aw, I love when a little bit of me shows," Lorelai cooed, stepping forward and sliding her arm around Rory's shoulders. "So, I'm hoping you're also here to talk about that nifty little weekend retreat you took with your personal blonde and secret society."

"There is a very high likelihood that I am."

Lorelai directed her over to the couch. "So, dish!"

"It was great," Rory said. "A lot of public drunkenness."

"Which you, of course, watched with complete sobriety," Lorelai mused. "Continue."

"There might have been some things with Logan."

"Some things, hm? Did you sneak around? Meet up after hours?"

Rory crossed her legs and said, "Actually, we were discovered."

"Discovered? This is shaping up to a very good story. What happened?"

"He made us a little picnic once everyone had checked out for the night. He got a blanket and pop tarts."

Lorelai grinned. "Poptarts? You may have found the perfect man. Does he have any attractive uncles?"

Rory laughed. "We fell asleep and when I woke up they were all there. Staring at us."

"How did they take it?"

"They didn't care," Rory said. "Well, Colin did because he lost money but-"

"Excuse me, he lost money?" Lorelai interjected.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to add that they had all placed bets on how long it would take for us to get together. Colin was upset because his bet was for a week later. I think we are now on no-speaking terms."

"And how is Blondie?"

Rory smirked. "He's good. I spent yesterday with him. He cooked for me."

"He what?' Lorelai breathed out, a hand floating to her chest. "Was this with or without being aware that the quickest way into a Gilmore's heart is through her stomach?"

"I believe without."

"Wow, what a remarkable man."

"Yeah," Rory said happily. "He is, isn't he?"

"Aw, babe, I love seeing you this happy."

Rory pressed her lips into a soft grin. "Yeah, I am pretty happy if I do say so myself."

"Ah, well, hold on to that feeling. Because you will be searching for it after several loads of laundry."

"You're not going to help me?"

"What do I look like, a dry cleaning service? I fed and clothed you for twenty years. I've done my share."

Rory's phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her pocket, smiling when she saw a message from Logan. Lorelai knowingly said, "Let me guess, the boy?"

"Yes, it is from the boy."

"It's nice to see you actually answering them. I gotta say, last time you were here I swear I was getting second hand anxiety with you two."

Rory smirked. "Second hand anxiety?"

"You were just all so angsty and then the pouting-"

"I did not pout," Rory argued.

"Oh, there was pouting. Believe me. Ask Luke, he commented on it, too."

"He did not!"

"Did too. We'll go there. Ask him."

"I did not pout," Rory held, crossing her arms over her chest. "I may have retreated into behavior that resembled pouting, but the actual act of pouting never occurred."

"Alright babe, whatever you say. I'm going to get us some coffee." She gave her daughter a dismissive pat on her head as she passed and Rory called after her one last time, "I was not pouting!"

A/N: Alright, after these two lickety split quick updates, this next one will take some time. I'm working on a way to continue this story (since the main conflict of Logan/Rory getting together has been resolved). I don't want it just to be more relationship drama, so it will take me a little bit to drum something up. Figure about a week. In the meantime, though, I would love to hear your thoughts on the first part of this story! Keep the Rogan love alive!