Act 1
Saturday morning came, after a long evening of story telling, and passed. Rory woke up at two pm and brewed up a pot of coffee.
"Do I smell coffee?" Lorelai asked groggily as she shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing at her eyes. Rory wordlessly handed her a mug. Lorelai poured herself some, up to the brim, and then carefully sipped up the meniscus that had formed.
"I'm still tired," Rory whined, setting her head down onto the table.
"Damn jet lag," Lorelai sighed in response.
"It's so wrong."
"Should be illegal."
"They should make a pill."
"You should invent one; a special get over jet lag pill," Lorelai continued their banter.
"I'd make a fortune," Rory quipped.
"Which we could use to buy a ton of coffee to wake us up from our jet lag."
"Maybe this new pill I'm inventing should be 95% concentrated coffee beans," Rory suggested.
"Yeah." Lorelai drifted off. Then: "I wand Luke's coffee Rory! Why did he leave without teaching Ceasar his magic coffee recipe?"
"I don't think that Luke actually has a coffee recipe mom," Rory said, her tone betraying her amusement. "I and know that he doesn't have a magic one."
"Really? Then why does his coffee always taste the best? Why does it blow all of the other coffees right out of the water. or is it out of the competition? Which is it?" without waiting for Rory to answer she continued. "Argh! I don't know, I can't think straight. It's withdrawal; Luke's coffee withdrawal!"
"Calm down, it's not withdrawal," Rory rolled her eyes and poured herself another cup. "And I don't know why his coffee is so great, the best even. Maybe he just has the magic touch."
"Yeah, well now Nicole's getting the magic touch," Lorelai hugged, oblivious to Rory's raised eyebrows. "She gets Luke's coffee while I'm stuck with second rate. You know all of that coffee we had in Europe wasn't even as good as his; and they say that Italians like their coffee. Malarkey!!"
"Oy with the poodles already," Rory quipped and Lorelai nodded furiously in agreement. "The food was good though."
"Yeah."
"You're cranky when you have Luke withdrawal," Rory sighed after a moment of silence.
"Luke coffee withdrawal," Lorelai corrected.
"Potato, potahto," Rory smirked. "I just hope that Luke gets home soon, you know, so he can magically touch you."
Lorelai sputtered. "Dirty!" Rory smiled.
* * *
"Hi Ceasar," Rory greeted the man as they entered the diner for dinner later that day.
"Hey you tow, how was your trip?" he asked.
"Great," Rory replied politely; Lorelai just grunted. "Ignore her, Ceasar. She's in withdrawal, misses Luke."
"Luke's coffee!" Lorelai cried, tired of having to correct Rory about that. Ceasar and Rory smiled at her annoyance.
"So, food?" he asked them.
"And coffee!" they replied in unison. Ceasar took their orders, burgers and fries, and went into the back to cook their food.
"So what are we doing after dinner?" Lorelai asked Rory.
"Well," Rory drained the last of her coffee. "I wanted to stop by Dean's and give him the souvenirs that I got for him and Lindsay."
"Okay, I'll go to the Photo Hut and get our film developed," Lorelai smirked. "I'm going to make Kirk do the one hour development."
"But we have at least twenty rolls of film," Rory cried.
"I know," she smirked again. "I may even have him make slides!"
"You're mean," Rory shook her head and then thanked Ceasar who'd just brought them their food.
They of course ate quickly and then set off on their separate ways. "I'll see you later Hun," Lorelai waved as she walked to the Photo Hut. Rory waved back.
* * *
When Rory got to the Forrester's she was glad to see that Dean's car was in the driveway.
"Rory," cried Clara, opening the door. Rory gave the little girl a hug.
"Hi Clara, how are you?" Rory asked.
"I'm okay," Clara answered her. "Dean said that you went on vacation. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, I had a great time," Rory smiled at her. "Oh, I got you this," she pulled a book out of her bag.
"Wow, thanks Rory," Clara smiled. "I love Harry Potter!"
"I thought you did, look inside."
Clara looked inside the front cover and let out a small squeal. "The author was signing last week in London so I had to get you a copy. It's the new one, I hope you don't have one already," Rory said. Clara shook her head to say that she didn't, and then hugged Rory again.
"Is your brother here?" Rory asked her.
"No, he's over at Lindsay's house," Clara said.
"Alright, maybe I'll go over there," Rory turned to go. "You let me borrow that book when you're done with it!"
"I will, thanks again Rory," Clara waved good-bye to her and shut the door. Rory headed to Lindsay's.
Commercial Break.
Saturday morning came, after a long evening of story telling, and passed. Rory woke up at two pm and brewed up a pot of coffee.
"Do I smell coffee?" Lorelai asked groggily as she shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing at her eyes. Rory wordlessly handed her a mug. Lorelai poured herself some, up to the brim, and then carefully sipped up the meniscus that had formed.
"I'm still tired," Rory whined, setting her head down onto the table.
"Damn jet lag," Lorelai sighed in response.
"It's so wrong."
"Should be illegal."
"They should make a pill."
"You should invent one; a special get over jet lag pill," Lorelai continued their banter.
"I'd make a fortune," Rory quipped.
"Which we could use to buy a ton of coffee to wake us up from our jet lag."
"Maybe this new pill I'm inventing should be 95% concentrated coffee beans," Rory suggested.
"Yeah." Lorelai drifted off. Then: "I wand Luke's coffee Rory! Why did he leave without teaching Ceasar his magic coffee recipe?"
"I don't think that Luke actually has a coffee recipe mom," Rory said, her tone betraying her amusement. "I and know that he doesn't have a magic one."
"Really? Then why does his coffee always taste the best? Why does it blow all of the other coffees right out of the water. or is it out of the competition? Which is it?" without waiting for Rory to answer she continued. "Argh! I don't know, I can't think straight. It's withdrawal; Luke's coffee withdrawal!"
"Calm down, it's not withdrawal," Rory rolled her eyes and poured herself another cup. "And I don't know why his coffee is so great, the best even. Maybe he just has the magic touch."
"Yeah, well now Nicole's getting the magic touch," Lorelai hugged, oblivious to Rory's raised eyebrows. "She gets Luke's coffee while I'm stuck with second rate. You know all of that coffee we had in Europe wasn't even as good as his; and they say that Italians like their coffee. Malarkey!!"
"Oy with the poodles already," Rory quipped and Lorelai nodded furiously in agreement. "The food was good though."
"Yeah."
"You're cranky when you have Luke withdrawal," Rory sighed after a moment of silence.
"Luke coffee withdrawal," Lorelai corrected.
"Potato, potahto," Rory smirked. "I just hope that Luke gets home soon, you know, so he can magically touch you."
Lorelai sputtered. "Dirty!" Rory smiled.
* * *
"Hi Ceasar," Rory greeted the man as they entered the diner for dinner later that day.
"Hey you tow, how was your trip?" he asked.
"Great," Rory replied politely; Lorelai just grunted. "Ignore her, Ceasar. She's in withdrawal, misses Luke."
"Luke's coffee!" Lorelai cried, tired of having to correct Rory about that. Ceasar and Rory smiled at her annoyance.
"So, food?" he asked them.
"And coffee!" they replied in unison. Ceasar took their orders, burgers and fries, and went into the back to cook their food.
"So what are we doing after dinner?" Lorelai asked Rory.
"Well," Rory drained the last of her coffee. "I wanted to stop by Dean's and give him the souvenirs that I got for him and Lindsay."
"Okay, I'll go to the Photo Hut and get our film developed," Lorelai smirked. "I'm going to make Kirk do the one hour development."
"But we have at least twenty rolls of film," Rory cried.
"I know," she smirked again. "I may even have him make slides!"
"You're mean," Rory shook her head and then thanked Ceasar who'd just brought them their food.
They of course ate quickly and then set off on their separate ways. "I'll see you later Hun," Lorelai waved as she walked to the Photo Hut. Rory waved back.
* * *
When Rory got to the Forrester's she was glad to see that Dean's car was in the driveway.
"Rory," cried Clara, opening the door. Rory gave the little girl a hug.
"Hi Clara, how are you?" Rory asked.
"I'm okay," Clara answered her. "Dean said that you went on vacation. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, I had a great time," Rory smiled at her. "Oh, I got you this," she pulled a book out of her bag.
"Wow, thanks Rory," Clara smiled. "I love Harry Potter!"
"I thought you did, look inside."
Clara looked inside the front cover and let out a small squeal. "The author was signing last week in London so I had to get you a copy. It's the new one, I hope you don't have one already," Rory said. Clara shook her head to say that she didn't, and then hugged Rory again.
"Is your brother here?" Rory asked her.
"No, he's over at Lindsay's house," Clara said.
"Alright, maybe I'll go over there," Rory turned to go. "You let me borrow that book when you're done with it!"
"I will, thanks again Rory," Clara waved good-bye to her and shut the door. Rory headed to Lindsay's.
Commercial Break.