AN: Thanks for the nice reviews guys! I can feel the love. For some reason the italics doesn't work sometimes so I've decided that everything that goes on in Rory's head, ie. Tristan and Rory 'quiet internal' dialogue will be in script format to avoid confusion.
"Dear God, Rory you look like a mess!" said Emily Gilmore as Rory took her seat for breakfast.
"Didn't sleep well last night, sweetie?" Lorelai asked her.
"You could say that," said Rory as she reached for the pitcher of juice. "Where's Grandpa?"
"He had to leave for France but he promised to bring you back a nice thick book," Lorelai said with false enthusiasm. "Didn't even think about bringing me back a croissant…"
TRIS: Should you be drinking that juice?
RORY: Why shouldn't I be?
TRIS: Cos I can tell you need to pee but you won't cos…well, you know…
"Rory, what's wrong?" Emily asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You look…cross."
"I'm fine. I just have…a headache. A real big one."
TRIS: Very funny
"Antonia, bring some aspirin, please," Emily called out to the maid.
"Antonia's back?" Lorelai asked.
"Apparently I'm not the villain you make me out to be, Lorelai," Emily said, smiling.
A glass of water and two tablets were placed in front of Rory. She picked up a tablet and downed it with some coffee.
"Rory, dear, you're supposed to take that with water," Emily informed her.
"Coffee has water in it," Lorelai pointed out.
To appease her grandmother Rory took the other tablet with water.
TRIS: So, what are we doing today? Sauna, by any chance? You know, you haven't bathed yet…
"What time does visiting hours start, Grandma?"
"Not until nine, dear," she replied.
"Say, you seem in an awful rush to get back to Tristan," Lorelai said. "Don't tell me you've got the jones for him."
TRIS: How very observant of her. You should take notes.
"I must admit, he has a very hot bod," said Lorelai through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"Lorelai!" Emily exclaimed.
"What?"
"No talking with your mouth full," Emily commented with a smile.
"See? Even your Grandma agrees with me," Lorelai said.
TRIS: Don't go against the family Mary.
RORY: You just…be quiet.
"Mom, Grandma…how can I say this?" said Rory. "Tristan and I are …"
TRIS: Hot for each other
"…completely wrong for each other," Rory finished.
TRIS: She lies! She lies!
"We have nothing in common. HE is an arrogant snot-"
TRIS: Hey!
"-with nothing going for him except his looks."
TRIS: I'll take that as a compliment.
RORY: Don't.
"Rory, I'm surprised at you," said Emily, putting down her fork. "Isn't this Tristan the same Tristan that came fifth in the form and first in physics last semester?"
"He is?" Rory asked.
TRIS: I am.
"I'm sure he is. I've got the newsletter somewhere around here."
"I've really got to start reading those newsletters," said Lorelai.
"And isn't he that nice young fellow that donated all his time to run the Hartford charity sale at Christmas?" Emily continued.
TRIS: Indeed I am, ma'am. Mary, you should pay more attention.
"He doesn't seem like an arrogant snot to me," Lorelai noted. "Although he should do something about those white teeth of his. He could cause an accident one day."
"You both don't know what you're talking about," Rory argued. "You only know that one side of him. The good side. You don't know how he torments me at school and makes my life hell!"
TRIS: That's harsh! I do not. Well, maybe a little. If I knew you got so riled up about it…
RORY: You'd what?
TRIS: Stop?
RORY: You would not.
TRIS: Well I'd most certainly tone it down a bit. Do you really think I'm that much of a jerk?
"I'm going to the hospital," Rory said, leaving the table.
"But you haven't eaten yet. You're supposed to follow those tablets with food," Emily called after her.
"Coffee is made from beans. Beans are food," Rory heard Lorelai say.