Randall, Mom, Chris, and me were at the Mildred Manor Ballroom.
"So, we moved away from a literal theme as per our star's request."
"Star," that's me." I told Chris.
"Yeah, I got it."
"But we did manage to squeeze some favorite colors out of her, didn't we?"
"Yellow, like my sunny disposition-"
"Eh, eh, eh. Not yellow. Buttercup and buttercream."
"Do you like buttercream and buttermilk, honey? Or would you like a non-dairy color?" I asked Chris for his opinion.
"Oh, please say you like them. I've coordinated everything."
"It's fine." Chris gave his opinion.
"So, of course, this area will be for the tables. as discussed. The orchestra, uh... Excuse me, uh, band will be over there, and, obviously, the dance floor is right here."
"Actually, I'm morally opposed to dancing. So, that's not gonna work for me." I joked.
"She's just kidding." Chris told him.
"Hm." I said.
"Aha?" Randall questioned, not finding it funny.
Mom joined Randall, Chris, and me.
"I'm so glad you're here. Maybe you can help keep Lorelai's snarkiness in check."
"Let's just see what he's got planned."
Mom walked ahead of us.
Chris walked in front of me over to where Randall and Mom are.
"So, we still have to decide on the score. Have you made a list of your favorite music?" Randall questioned.
"No list necessary, it's gonna be Burt Bacharach and nothing but." I joked, standing next to Chris.
I looped my arm with his.
"Oh! Really?"
"We'll make a list." Chris told him.
"Yeah, wonderful." Randall told him.
Mom and Randall walked over to the Wine table.
"Hey, you okay?" I questioned Chris.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
We headed over to the Wine table.
"Now, for the fish course, I believe, we have either a Pouilly-Fuisse or a Muscat if you go with the Salmon. And I do think you should go with the Salmon." Randall gave his opinion.
"Agreed." Mom agreed with him.
I was checking out a bottle of Wine.
I placed it back down on the table.
"Now, as far as the vows go-"
I coughed.
"I'm sorry, "The vows?"
"Wedding vows."
"Oh, what are you talking about?" I questioned, crossing my arms against my chest.
"They can be traditional, or you can write your own which seems to be the style nowadays."
I nudged Chris.
"Although if you ask me, it's rather garish. Cecily Pendelem's daughter actually promised to cook her husband lasagna once a month. Who wants to hear the word lasagna at a Wedding?"
Randall shook his head.
"Well, you make a good point, but this is not a Wedding. It's just a party."
"A party to celebrate a Marriage. Which is why a simple exchange of vows is entirely appropriate."
I uncrossed my arms.
"Mom, we agreed to a party, okay? Just a party."
"A Wedding is a party."
"Yes, but we are already married."
"Yes! And no one got to witness it. Did it ever occur to you that your father and I might like to see our only child get married?"
"Christopher." I called his name, nudging him.
"I don't think it's such a bad idea."
"What?"
"It might be kind of nice."
Mom smiled at me.
I laughed.
"Wait a minute. Is this an ambush? Are you guys ambushing me?"
Mom rolled her eyes.
"No one is ambushing you, Lorelai. The idea of your exchanging vows in front of all your family and friends isn't so outrageous."
"Mom, the whole reason we eloped is to avoid the Wedding thing." I tried to reason with her.
"Uh, no, that's not the reason we eloped. We eloped because we love each other and we wanted to get married." Chris argued.
"You know, what I mean." I countered back to his argument.
"No, I don't."
"Chris?"
"What is the big deal?"
Mom and Randall looked at each other.
"The big deal is, I don't want to do it and we're already married." I argued.
"So, that's it."
"Well?" I inquired.
"Uh, I don't even know why I'm here. It's not like my opinion really matters."
"Of course, it does."
"You're gonna do what you wanna do. House, Wedding, kids, it's all your call, right?"
"Are you talking about having more children?"
"Thank you." I muttered to Chris.
"Wait! Are- Are you pregnant?"
"No!"
"That- That's nice."
"What?"
"You don't have to act like it's the most horrible thing in the world."
"Can we not talk about this now?"
"Why, you don't wanna be spur of the moment? Let's discuss things."
"Randall, perhaps we should give them some privacy." Mom suggested to him.
"Of course."
They walked away from the Wine table together.
"What is wrong with you?" I questioned.
"What's wrong with you?" Chris answered my question with a question.
"Well, you're airing all our business in front of my mother, of all people."
"What is your problem with a Wedding?"
"We're already married."
"Exactly. So, what's the big deal? I mean, you planned a whole huge Wedding with that Diner guy."
"That Diner guy?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, should I be more respectful to the guy who punched me in the face?"
"Is that what this is about?"
"No, this is about us. At least, that's what I thought, but apparently, it's just about you."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Chris didn't answer.
"You know what? I- I... I'm going back to work."
"No, no. Lorelai, hey."
"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore!"
"I am not scared of you, Mom. I am not a kid anymore. Tell him anything you want. There isn't anything he doesn't know."
"There's one thing he doesn't know. About your Inn."
"Luke invested in the Dragonfly."
"You treat Rory more like your daughter than me. Maybe you should adopt her."
I left, not wanting to hear him anymore right now.
Chris
Randall, Emily, Lor, and me were at the Mildred Manor Ballroom.
"So, we moved away from a literal theme as per our star's request."
"Star," that's me." Lor told me.
"Yeah, I got it."
"But we did manage to squeeze some favorite colors out of her, didn't we?"
"Yellow, like my sunny disposition-"
"Eh, eh, eh. Not yellow. Buttercup and buttercream."
"Do you like buttercream and buttermilk, honey? Or would you like a non-dairy color?" She asked me for my opinion.
"Oh, please say you like them. I've coordinated everything."
"It's fine." I gave my opinion.
"So, of course, this area will be for the tables. as discussed. The orchestra, uh... Excuse me, uh, band will be over there, and, obviously, the dance floor is right here."
"Actually, I'm morally opposed to dancing. So, that's not gonna work for me." Lor joked.
"She's just kidding." I told him.
"Hm." She said.
"Aha?" Randall questioned, not finding it funny.
Emily joined Randall, Lor, and me.
"I'm so glad you're here. Maybe you can help keep Lorelai's snarkiness in check."
"Let's just see what he's got planned."
Emily walked ahead of us.
I walked in front of Lorelai over to where Randall and Emily are.
"So, we still have to decide on the score. Have you made a list of your favorite music?" Randall questioned.
"No list necessary, it's gonna be Burt Bacharach and nothing but." Lor joked, standing next to me.
She looped her arm with mine.
"Oh! Really?"
"We'll make a list." I told him.
"Yeah, wonderful." Randall told me.
Emily and Randall walked over to the Wine table.
"Hey, you okay?" Lor questioned me.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
We headed over to the Wine table.
"Now, for the fish course, I believe, we have either a Pouilly-Fuisse or a Muscat if you go with the Salmon. And I do think you should go with the Salmon." Randall gave his opinion.
"Agreed." Emily agreed with him.
Lor was checking out a bottle of Wine.
She placed it back down on the table.
"Now, as far as the vows go-"
Lor coughed.
"I'm sorry, "The vows?"
"Wedding vows."
"Oh, what are you talking about?" She questioned, crossing her arms against her chest.
"They can be traditional, or you can write your own which seems to be the style nowadays."
Lor nudged me.
"Although if you ask me, it's rather garish. Cecily Pendelem's daughter actually promised to cook her husband lasagna once a month. Who wants to hear the word lasagna at a Wedding?"
Randall shook his head.
"Well, you make a good point, but this is not a Wedding. It's just a party."
"A party to celebrate a Marriage. Which is why a simple exchange of vows is entirely appropriate."
Lor uncrossed her arms.
"Mom, we agreed to a party, okay? Just a party."
"A Wedding is a party."
"Yes, but we are already married."
"Yes! And no one got to witness it. Did it ever occur to you that your father and I might like to see our only child get married?"
"Christopher." She called my name, nudging me.
"I don't think it's such a bad idea."
"What?"
"It might be kind of nice."
Emily smiled at Lor.
She laughed.
"Wait a minute. Is this an ambush? Are you guys ambushing me?"
Emily rolled her eyes.
"No one is ambushing you, Lorelai. The idea of your exchanging vows in front of all your family and friends isn't so outrageous."
"Mom, the whole reason we eloped is to avoid the Wedding thing." Lor tried to reason with her.
"Uh, no, that's not the reason we eloped. We eloped because we love each other and we wanted to get married." I argued.
"You know, what I mean." She countered back to my argument.
"No, I don't."
"Chris?"
"What is the big deal?"
Emily and Randall looked at each other.
"The big deal is, I don't want to do it and we're already married." Lor argued.
"So, that's it."
"Well?" She inquired.
"Uh, I don't even know why I'm here. It's not like my opinion really matters."
"Of course, it does."
"You're gonna do what you wanna do. House, Wedding, kids, it's all your call, right?"
"Are you talking about having more children?"
"Thank you." Lor muttered to me.
"Wait! Are- Are you pregnant?"
"No!"
"That- That's nice."
"What?"
"You don't have to act like it's the most horrible thing in the world."
"Can we not talk about this now?"
"Why, you don't wanna be spur of the moment? Let's discuss things."
"Randall, perhaps we should give them some privacy." Emily suggested to him.
"Of course."
They walked away from the Wine table together.
"What is wrong with you?" She questioned.
"What's wrong with you?" I answered her question with a question.
"Well, you're airing all our business in front of my mother, of all people."
"What is your problem with a Wedding?"
"We're already married."
"Exactly. So, what's the big deal? I mean, you planned a whole huge Wedding with that Diner guy."
"That Diner guy?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, should I be more respectful to the guy who punched me in the face?"
"Is that what this is about?"
"No, this is about us. At least, that's what I thought, but apparently, it's just about you."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
I didn't answer.
"You know what? I- I... I'm going back to work."
"No, no. Lorelai, hey."
"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore!"
"I am not scared of you, Mom. I am not a kid anymore. Tell him anything you want. There isn't anything he doesn't know."
"There's one thing he doesn't know. About your Inn."
"Luke invested in the Dragonfly."
"You treat Rory more like your daughter than me. Maybe you should adopt her."
Lorelai left.
"I'm sure she didn't mean that, Emily. Just ignore her."
"She is right though."
"Rory is the perfect angel daughter, thanks to me."
"We are not starting this right now."
"She's all me."
"Lorelai and Christopher, that's enough!"
Lorelai left, pissed off.
Her phone was ringing.
Lor answered it.
"What's up, Sookie?"
Sookie was rambling on and on about something.
"I'm gonna kill the both of you."
"Michel started it."
"Sookie, clean it up. Now."
"I'm not your kid. I don't have to listen to you."
"In case you've forgotten, the Inn is under my name. You do have to listen to me. Clean up your mess. Michel and you can leave for the day. I don't want to see either of you when I get back to the Inn. Am I understood?"
"Yeah."
"And she tells me she's not like you."
"Perhaps, you should stop getting into arguments with your husband."
"That's good advice."
"Alright. Thanks for being understanding."
"Of course."
Lorelai left.