"Mom, you will like him; he's sharp, he's a reporter for the YDN, and more importantly, I like him."

"Rory, I hoped to have a chill evening after the bombshell you dropped at dinner. Vacationing with Emily and Richard in Fez during the holidays? It sounds absurd saying those words out loud. Blaghhhh!"

"Stop it. Cue up the dvd, and you'll see the evening will be chill and gory just as planned." Rory wondered if this was such a good idea, but Logan sounded lonely, and Rory wanted to see him because he was so cute and their relationship rocked thus far. Dean never challenged her, Jess never listened to her, but Logan, he was smart, disarmingly charming, and she felt equal to him and it didn't feel confusing being around him. Besides, how awesome was it that he obviously dug her, driving so far this late to see her with her mother? She felt butterflies in her stomach.

Logan quickly learned that the road to Rory's heart traveled through snack food tunnels, so he pulled into the gas station, cleared the candy aisle in the little food mart, and figured two giant slushies would complement the treasure trove in the plastic bag. This must be love, he thought, because he never imagined he'd want a girl who enjoyed such simple pleasures. At the register he saw a very tacky magnet with a saucer-eyed monkey exclaiming, "I'm bananas for bananas!" He bought it.

Rolling up the driveway, Logan pondered how she lived in a house that looked so small? A short woman and tall man paused on the sidewalk nearby and they stared at him. Logan got out, balanced the bags and slushies, said, "Hello," intending to head to the front door.

"Hey handsome, who are you? New delivery guy? Nice wheels," croaked Babette.

"That's one cool Porsche dude," Morey said.

"Thank you. I'm a friend of Rory's from Yale. This is Rory Gilmore's house, yes?"

Lorelai fidgeted with the remote, and Rory couldn't figure out why Logan wasn't here already. Deciding to wait on the porch, she opened the front door and it all made sense. Logan was trapped in a conversation with Morey and Babette.

"Hey! Logan! Come on in! Goodnight Babette, goodnight Morey!"

"Okay. Goodnight doll. We approve of your gentleman caller. Don't get too rowdy!"

Once the door was closed, Logan asked, "So, who were those two and where were their white jumpsuits?"

"Yes, I know, our neighbors are very protective of us, and they can be a little 'Bewitched' nosey neighbor sometimes but they are harmless. Yay! Blue and red slushies!"

"Rory! I may perish, I need more ice cream, hi! I'm Lorelai, Rory's mom and you look like my new best friend. I call blue slushie!"

Logan felt like he was in an episode of Twin Peaks. This woman was smoking hot, and had to be a sister Rory failed to mention. No way was this her mom. The guys would never let this go if they found out.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Logan. Here's your blue slushie."

"See mom, I told you he was cool. And I see you have a bag of candy from the gas station. What a prince," beamed Rory, full of pride in the man she found who would empty a candy shop to please her.

Too weird. No hostile vibe, two beautiful women, junk food, and The Godfather on the screen. Did Finn put them up to this? Was this real?

"Okay Logan, you've seen all three Godfather movies I take it?" questioned Lorelai.

"Yes ma'am, even read Mario Puzo's book after the third film. Worth a read if you get the chance."

"First, I've read it too, and I agree, second, call me Lorelai and never ma'am if you want to watch the movie from the couch instead of through the porch window. Now, I'm going to get the popcorn from the microwave and the ice cream with two spoons unless you want some too and then I'll get a third spoon."

"Yes, Lorelai, I would like a spoon."

Well done Rory, Lorelai thought as she strolled into the kitchen to give them a few minutes alone. Judging by the look Logan had given Rory, Lorelai knew he was already gone. Same fuzzy, ga ga look that both Dean and Jess had when they looked at Rory. Rory seemed to be ga ga for him too.

"You're nice."

"You're beautiful," whoa, Logan, don't show her all your cards!

"Yes, so beautiful in my gray sweatpants and faded Stars Hollow High PE issued t-shirt."

"Ace, you could wear a burlap sack and it wouldn't diminish your beauty," ugh, oh well, he couldn't contain his excitement to see her and he really wanted to kiss those rosy pink lips.

"Mister, you read my mind," and Rory pulled his face to hers for a long, lingering kiss.

"Thanks for the slushies and the candy. My mom is probably online adding us to wedding registries. Smooth move with the eats."

"You're so easy to please, Ace. I like the house, it's very you."

"Not sure how to take that."

"Trust me, it's a compliment. My parents live in a mausoleum, complete with infidelity issues and borderline alcoholism. Suffering through dinner all I could think about was seeing you. Thank you for letting me crash movie night. Observing your eating habits alongside your mother should prove interesting."

"Watch it, Goodall, this is not a primate sanctuary. We are civilized human women who just so happen to have a high tolerance for sugar and calories. We burn it off with our fast talking and quip making."

"You're going to love this segue, I bought a monkey magnet for your mom as a hostess gift."

"You did not!"

"I did. Here, what do you think?"

"I think I'm impressed at how uncanny your shopping sense is when it comes to me, and I guess my mom. She'll flip."

They kissed again, and sat on the couch in front of a coffee table laden with a fast food candy smorgasbord.

"Revenge, and ice cream, is a dish best served cold," announced Lorelai in a gruff old man accent, as she took her place on the couch after setting down a popcorn bowl and a plastic vat of ice cream with three spoons.

"Mom, Logan got you a hostess gift."

"Presents? Gimmie gimmie!" Logan handed Lorelai the magnet, still trying to understand the kooky vibe of the Gilmore girls.

"A wise-cracking monkey? How did you know? This will replace the Elvis magnet holding Rory's Ice Cream Queen flyer up on the fridge. Thank you, Logan."

"Ice cream queen? You're royalty in real life? I knew there was something about you."

"No, it's a stupid town thing which I'd like to forget but Joan Crawford here has a unique parenting style."

"No wire hangers ever! Okay, hush now, movie time." And Lorelai pressed 'play' on the remote.

I would never do something like this with my mom or dad, thought Logan. No wonder I'm drawn to Rory. Aside from being gorgeous and intelligent, she was raised in a house with unconditional parental love. He'd have to learn more about the age difference between Rory and her mom and find out why they lived here instead of in Hartford, and where was Rory's dad? He thought the other night at the diner they had talked about everything, but he realized he held back about his family, and apparently, so had Rory.

"Lady and the Tramp, part 2 commences in 15 minutes. Get up and stretch, visit the latrine, pen a short story, I'm going to grab a coffee from Luke's. Perhaps a cruller or donut too."

"Get me a slice of apple pie if he has any left. Logan, any pastries for you?"

"Ladies, you have put me to shame. I cannot stuff one more morsel down my throat…"

"Don't!" Rory commanded to her mother.

"I wasn't going to say anything. I'll be back shortly."

"Did I miss something there?"

"No, mom just says inappropriate things sometimes and we need to ease you into that part of her personality. You're doing great by the way," Rory smiled, her ocean blue eyes twinkling.

"Hey, can I see that flyer now, and did I mess up the trilogy flow?"

"Mom has a thing about not watching sequels with strangers unless they've seen the first installment. Nice touch with the book reference. You're a smooth criminal Huntzberger. Fine, let's go to the kitchen."

Logan followed Rory into the kitchen, and immediately he noticed all the bizarre tchotchkes adorning the table and walls.

"Wow, Charlie's Angels collector plates. Bradford Mint?"

"Kim's Antiques, acquired during a brief but regrettable phase in the 90s when Mrs. Kim tried to increase foot traffic in the store gathering pop culture nostalgia items."

"What's that door lead to?"

"My bedroom."

"This I've got to see," and Logan entered her room to see all things Rory Gilmore. It had her lemon shampoo scent. Loads of books, a mountain of CDs, very tidy. Adorable.

"Well, we've seen the flyer and my room. Pretty much the end of the tour."

Logan embraced Rory and kissed her. They tumbled onto the bed and made out.

"Wait," Logan hesitated as she slid her hand under his shirt.

"I wouldn't have pegged you for a prude Huntzberger," she purred in his ear.

"Trust me, it's not that. Your mom is going to be back and I wish to remain alive. Don't want to sleep with the fishes tonight."

"How chivalrous. Okay. We'll pick this up later."

They headed back to the living room just as Lorelai opened the door. Logan winked at Rory.

"Part 2 Sicilian Bugaloo. Let's go!"