TEN: LORELAI IN THE BED SHE MADE
A/N: First off, I'd just like to say a few things. In the Author's Note of Chapter Nine, I said "Ross" when I really meant Rory. I guess this is what I get for watching too much of "Friends". Hehe, Ross & Jess. Bad imagery. Also, later, Lorelai says "shame" marriage, when she really means "sham" marriage. Of course, it could be construed as a Freudian slip, because, aren't all sham marriages really marriages of shame anyway? I'm very deep today. Anyways, back to your regularly scheduled Java Junkie goodness. Tobogganing. Yup. Still love that word. Tobogganing, tobogganing, tobogganing. Try and stop me!
**
"Ah, thanks a lot," said Lorelai as she opened the passenger door to his truck and stepped down. Luke turned off the engine, and followed her out. She turned to him when she heard the engine shut down.
"Thought I'd walk you to your door," said Luke, characteristically shoving his hands into his pockets.
"And they say chivalry is dead," Lorelai replied with a short laugh. "You really don't have to. I can assure you that I can make it across the ten feet or so between here and my front door safely."
"Nah, I don't mind."
"Okay, but I warn you, it can be terribly uninteresting," she said as they started walking across her front garden to the porch steps.
"It's okay. I'm not doing it for the action."
"Good," said Lorelai, "Because I'm not putting out."
"I didn't mean it like that," Luke said, trying to hide the fact that his face was suddenly turning a deeper shade of red. "It's just that you said…"
"I'm just kidding," Lorelai said, poking her finger against his cheek. "I don't know why you take things so seriously."
"You think everything's a joke," he answered, trying to swat away her finger which seemed preoccupied in prodding his left cheek. "Stop that."
"Aw. All right," said Lorelai, giving up for the moment. She turned around and leaned against her front door. "Hey, you want to come in for a while? You could make me a cup of coffee."
"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? What with me being the guest and everything."
"Normal rules of courtesy don't apply in the Gilmore household," said Lorelai. "And one of our rules is that when one entertains a guest who is more proficient in the art of coffee making than the host, it is customary that said guest provide the coffee. It's very simple."
"It's very arbitrary."
"You're just jaded and cynical. So, what do you say?"
Luke shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He had gone back to putting his hands in his pockets. He wanted to stay, but a part of him told him that things would remain a lot less complicated if he didn't. "I don't know. It is getting rather late."
"Okay," said Lorelai. She was not sure if she was disappointed, but she was quite certain she wasn't thrilled that he turned down the offer. "But don't say I didn't ask."
"Yeah. I ought to be heading back," Luke motioned to his truck, as if to add to the effect that he had to leave. He turned to go.
"Hey, Luke?" Lorelai called out. "I just thought I'd let you know that, this is possibly the first time that Friday night dinner didn't end with me having thoughts of suicide."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"I don't know," said Lorelai, "But if I bring you to enough dinners I might actually start liking the whole thing, and I'm not sure if I want that happening." She gave him a small smile that made Luke want to kiss her.
He didn't, but just nodded in return. "That's what you get for marrying me. Good night, Lorelai."
"Good night, Luke."
*
"Rory!" Lorelai nudged her sleeping daughter, who merely grunted in response. She pushed her harder. "Rory!"
Rory begrudgingly sat up, clearly irritated at having her sleep disrupted. "What?"
"Why are you sleeping?"
"Because I'm wild and uninhibited."
"It's 10.30."
"Well, I got bored of waiting for you to come back," Rory rubbed her eyes groggily. "And spending any amount of time with Paris is more exhausting than I can remember. Why did you wake me up? When I'm fully conscious I'm going to start hating you."
"I want to tell you about dinner."
"And this startling news couldn't wait until tomorrow morning?"
"Nope."
"Fine," Rory sighed, blinking several times. "I'm seeing spots for some reason, but carry on."
"Get this – your grandmother loves Luke."
"Really?"
"She said he was charming and wonderful. I think she likes him more than me."
"At this moment – so do I."
"Evil," said Lorelai. "And also, for the first time in like forever, I actually didn't have to check for aneurysms when I came back."
"So it was good."
"It was quite good."
"You do realize that it's kind of ironic, don't you?"
"Say what, Alanis?"
"I'm still rather sleepy, so this isn't exactly one of my more profound moments," Rory began, "But it looks like the one time Grandma actually approves of something you do, that thing just happens to be a fake marriage to a man you're not in love with just so you can help him inherit some property - an arrangement she knows nothing about."
"What's your point?
"My point is," said Rory, "Is that, Grandma's approval is actually based on nothing but a web of lies and deceit."
"Where's your crown, drama queen?"
"I'm serious. How do you think Grandma's going to react when she finds out the truth?"
"She won't, because I have a plan."
"And what's that?"
"My plan is that she doesn't find out."
"That's not a plan," said Rory. "That's an objective."
"Okay, whatever," Lorelai climbed into bed with Rory and pulled the covers around her. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Yeah, sure. It's not like I had anything else to do, like, oh, say, sleep."
"Let it go already," said Lorelai. "Are you really, honestly okay with this? I mean, me and Luke getting married. I mean, with you and Jess -"
"I still think you should have thought it through," said Rory, "But I'm fine. Jess and I are pretty much over, I think. What with him leaving and everything."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," said Rory. "But aside from the thousand ways I can imagine this arrangement to go terribly wrong, I really don't mind. It might be fun, having Luke a stepfather for a while. Do you think I can get him to give me an allowance?"
"He'll probably pay you in flannel shirts."
"I think I'll pass on the extra allowance, then," Rory leaned back and rested her head on her pillow. "Have you thought about whether you'll take his name?"
"What?"
"Which one do you want to use – Lorelai Gilmore-Danes, or just Lorelai Danes?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Well, if you are going to get married, you have to think about these things," Rory replied bluntly. "I like Lorelai Gilmore-Danes better. It sounds more official. Very stately."
"Really?" Lorelai held her hand up and looked at the engagement ring on her finger. "Hello, I am Lorelai Gilmore-Danes. I am Mrs. Danes. Mrs. Luke Danes. Hmmm."
Rory turned to look at her mother, wondering if she was seriously contemplating the options. "I was just kidding, you know."
Lorelai didn't seem to hear her for a while - but instead seemed more mesmerized in the ring, and the thoughts that were running through her head. "Huh? Oh yeah, sure. Me too. Hey, I'll let you get back to sleep. Good night."
"Thank you. Good night," said Rory, closing her eyes. After several moments, she opened them again. "Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Go sleep in your own bed."
*
Lorelai and Rory walked briskly across the town as they headed towards Luke's. Lorelai was holding a large yellow folder. "You know, for a person who went to bed before 10.30 last night, you seemed pretty sloth-like this morning when I woke you up."
"No fair," said Rory, "You interrupted my sleep last night with your rambling."
"Yeah, well, time and tide waits for no man, and we're as busy as the day is long. Whatever that means. Why do they say that, anyway?"
"Say what?"
"That whole 'as the day is long' thing. What do they mean? Night is as long as day, so why don't they say 'as the night is long'? What if it's winter? The days are pretty short, then. What if I said "we're as busy as the day is long' in winter?"
"I never thought I'd say this, but you think too much."
"You're as mean as the night is long," Lorelai swung open the door to the diner, as the bell above it jingled. "Language mysteries aside, we have lots of stuff to do. And God, that bell is irritating.."
"Ask your husband to take it off then," said Rory as she sat down at a nearby table.
"He's not my husband," said Lorelai indignantly, "He's my fiancé. There's a difference."
"Okay," said Rory. "Where is your fiancé anyway?"
"Probably in the kitchen with Dinah. Or the storage room or something," said Lorelai. "I'll go get him. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Chocolate chip pancakes!"
"All right. That sounded a little too enthusiastic, but whatever," Lorelai said, getting up. She took her folder with her and walked towards the storage room. She was about to enter when Luke came out, carrying a box.
"Hey," he said to her casually, as he walked behind the counter and put the box down.
"Hi," Lorelai said, following him. "Rory and I would like our chocolate chip pancakes today. And of course, our coffee."
"Okay. Hey, I told you you're not allowed behind the counter."
"Well, since I'm marrying you, technically half of this counter is mine."
"Nothing a pre-nuptial agreement can't fix."
"Yeah. I would go back to the front of the counter to talk to you, but that's just a waste of time, so I'm going to ignore your 'no-entry to the back of the counter' rule. We have lots of work to do today. I just love saying that. It makes me sound so busy and official," She put the yellow folder on the counter.
"What's that?" Luke pointed to it.
"Ah, that my friend, is what we're about to do," said Lorelai. She flipped it open. "We have that whole wedding stuff to plan."
"Wedding stuff? As in the ceremony?"
"No, when I say wedding it's actually code for the Grieco-Roman mud wrestling tournament I'm hosting. Of course I mean the ceremony. Now, there are several things I want to run through with you first. I've gone through several bridal magazines, listed down options for floral arrangements, decorations …"
"Ah, Lorelai," Luke put his hands behind his head. "I'm not really good at all that kind of stuff, so you know, why don't you just pick what you like and show me the bill."
"What?"
"Just get whatever you want, I don't mind."
"I'm sorry, but did I just hear you say that you want to have no input whatsoever regarding our wedding, and that you'll let me make all the decisions just like that?"
"Erm. Yeah."
"Oh, my god, are you for real?" Lorelai nearly squealed. "You're like a dream fiancé. If I didn't want to marry you before, I definitely would want to now."
"Is this really such a big deal for you?" Luke asked, flipping through the folder, amazed at the vast amount of information stored inside. He was also secretly pleased that at how Lorelai was gushing over him.
"Are you kidding? The wedding is like the most important thing in a woman's life," said Lorelai. "We dream about it as children. We spend our whole lives fantasizing about it."
"That's not true, is it?"
"Okay. It's an exaggeration," said Lorelai. "But it's really important, and I can't believe you're just handing me the reins like that. This is so cool."
"Well, it's the least I can do, considering the fact you actually agreed to marry me."
"Aw, that's so sweet," said Lorelai. "But it's your wedding too, and it just wouldn't feel right if it were all about me."
"All right, I'll go through some of the stuff with you later," Luke said, "But the minute it gets too girly I'm out of there. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go make your pancakes. And your coffee."
"Thank you," said Lorelai. She walked back to her table. She took a seat next to Rory. "Luke is the best phony fiancé ever."
"Why?" Rory asked, genuinely interested.
"He was going to let me plan the wedding exactly how I want it," said Lorelai, "I mean, wow. Talk about your dream guy."
"Erm, mom?" Rory poised her next question gingerly. "You're not actually wishing that you were marrying him for real, are you?"
"What? Don't be ridiculous," Lorelai said. "I'm just saying, hypothetically, that if this were a real marriage, it would be very nice, that's all."
"Okay, cause for a moment there you seemed like you …"
"I wasn't."
"Yeah, okay, I just …"
"I wasn't," said Lorelai, defensively. "I think your lack of sleep has made you demented. You should be institutionalized."
"If that happens you only have yourself to blame," replied Rory, "So, what exactly is in that magical yellow folder?"
"Ah," said Lorelai. "The secret to marital bliss. Inside this folder, you will find literally thousands upon thousands of cut-outs from various bridal magazines, depicting what will be the perfect wedding ceremony."
"Ooh."
"Yes, 'ooh' indeed, my child. 'Ooh' indeed. Now, we lucked out because Sookie agreed to cater for us, bless that kind soul," said Lorelai, "So that means we have one thing less to do."
"Hmm, did you actually tell Sookie, though?"
"Tell her what?"
"About you and Luke."
"Well, when I asked her to cater for Luke's and my wedding, I think there is an implied statement that we are getting married."
"No, I meant about the 'real' circumstances."
"Oh, actually, I didn't," said Lorelai. "I really wanted to, but then I figured the less people that know about it the better. Don't want the whole town going crazy with rumors."
"They aren't really rumors if they're true."
"You know I'm beginning to regret getting you that dictionary when you were a kid. It's really not paying off."
"So you didn't tell Sookie?"
"Bottom line – no," said Lorelai. "I guess I'll tell her when the time's right, but not right now. You should have seen how excited she was when I told her. At first she was kind of angry that I didn't tell her that Luke and I were even dating each other, but she channeled her anger at the pizza she was making, so she worked through it and now she's extremely happy. The pizza didn't turn out so good, though, but that's another story."
"Aww. I always get upset with stories that have a bad pizza ending," Rory sighed. "So, floral arrangements…"
*
TO BE CONTINUED!
next time on "Where There's A Will, There's No Diner":
- Marilyn Manson guest stars, and scares the crap out of everybody in Stars Hollow. Except for Jess.
- Rory finds a leprechaun in her garden and decides to become Irish. She does not find a pot of gold and kills the leprechaun in a blind rage.
- A mysterious stranger called Tristan reenters Rory's life and tells her he never stopped thinking about her in military school, and blah blah blah insert generic Trory plot line here.
- Samurais take over Stars Hollow in a fantastic cross-cultural experience! WOO! Luke takes up ninjustu to combat the new threat.
A/N: First off, I'd just like to say a few things. In the Author's Note of Chapter Nine, I said "Ross" when I really meant Rory. I guess this is what I get for watching too much of "Friends". Hehe, Ross & Jess. Bad imagery. Also, later, Lorelai says "shame" marriage, when she really means "sham" marriage. Of course, it could be construed as a Freudian slip, because, aren't all sham marriages really marriages of shame anyway? I'm very deep today. Anyways, back to your regularly scheduled Java Junkie goodness. Tobogganing. Yup. Still love that word. Tobogganing, tobogganing, tobogganing. Try and stop me!
**
"Ah, thanks a lot," said Lorelai as she opened the passenger door to his truck and stepped down. Luke turned off the engine, and followed her out. She turned to him when she heard the engine shut down.
"Thought I'd walk you to your door," said Luke, characteristically shoving his hands into his pockets.
"And they say chivalry is dead," Lorelai replied with a short laugh. "You really don't have to. I can assure you that I can make it across the ten feet or so between here and my front door safely."
"Nah, I don't mind."
"Okay, but I warn you, it can be terribly uninteresting," she said as they started walking across her front garden to the porch steps.
"It's okay. I'm not doing it for the action."
"Good," said Lorelai, "Because I'm not putting out."
"I didn't mean it like that," Luke said, trying to hide the fact that his face was suddenly turning a deeper shade of red. "It's just that you said…"
"I'm just kidding," Lorelai said, poking her finger against his cheek. "I don't know why you take things so seriously."
"You think everything's a joke," he answered, trying to swat away her finger which seemed preoccupied in prodding his left cheek. "Stop that."
"Aw. All right," said Lorelai, giving up for the moment. She turned around and leaned against her front door. "Hey, you want to come in for a while? You could make me a cup of coffee."
"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? What with me being the guest and everything."
"Normal rules of courtesy don't apply in the Gilmore household," said Lorelai. "And one of our rules is that when one entertains a guest who is more proficient in the art of coffee making than the host, it is customary that said guest provide the coffee. It's very simple."
"It's very arbitrary."
"You're just jaded and cynical. So, what do you say?"
Luke shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He had gone back to putting his hands in his pockets. He wanted to stay, but a part of him told him that things would remain a lot less complicated if he didn't. "I don't know. It is getting rather late."
"Okay," said Lorelai. She was not sure if she was disappointed, but she was quite certain she wasn't thrilled that he turned down the offer. "But don't say I didn't ask."
"Yeah. I ought to be heading back," Luke motioned to his truck, as if to add to the effect that he had to leave. He turned to go.
"Hey, Luke?" Lorelai called out. "I just thought I'd let you know that, this is possibly the first time that Friday night dinner didn't end with me having thoughts of suicide."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"I don't know," said Lorelai, "But if I bring you to enough dinners I might actually start liking the whole thing, and I'm not sure if I want that happening." She gave him a small smile that made Luke want to kiss her.
He didn't, but just nodded in return. "That's what you get for marrying me. Good night, Lorelai."
"Good night, Luke."
*
"Rory!" Lorelai nudged her sleeping daughter, who merely grunted in response. She pushed her harder. "Rory!"
Rory begrudgingly sat up, clearly irritated at having her sleep disrupted. "What?"
"Why are you sleeping?"
"Because I'm wild and uninhibited."
"It's 10.30."
"Well, I got bored of waiting for you to come back," Rory rubbed her eyes groggily. "And spending any amount of time with Paris is more exhausting than I can remember. Why did you wake me up? When I'm fully conscious I'm going to start hating you."
"I want to tell you about dinner."
"And this startling news couldn't wait until tomorrow morning?"
"Nope."
"Fine," Rory sighed, blinking several times. "I'm seeing spots for some reason, but carry on."
"Get this – your grandmother loves Luke."
"Really?"
"She said he was charming and wonderful. I think she likes him more than me."
"At this moment – so do I."
"Evil," said Lorelai. "And also, for the first time in like forever, I actually didn't have to check for aneurysms when I came back."
"So it was good."
"It was quite good."
"You do realize that it's kind of ironic, don't you?"
"Say what, Alanis?"
"I'm still rather sleepy, so this isn't exactly one of my more profound moments," Rory began, "But it looks like the one time Grandma actually approves of something you do, that thing just happens to be a fake marriage to a man you're not in love with just so you can help him inherit some property - an arrangement she knows nothing about."
"What's your point?
"My point is," said Rory, "Is that, Grandma's approval is actually based on nothing but a web of lies and deceit."
"Where's your crown, drama queen?"
"I'm serious. How do you think Grandma's going to react when she finds out the truth?"
"She won't, because I have a plan."
"And what's that?"
"My plan is that she doesn't find out."
"That's not a plan," said Rory. "That's an objective."
"Okay, whatever," Lorelai climbed into bed with Rory and pulled the covers around her. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Yeah, sure. It's not like I had anything else to do, like, oh, say, sleep."
"Let it go already," said Lorelai. "Are you really, honestly okay with this? I mean, me and Luke getting married. I mean, with you and Jess -"
"I still think you should have thought it through," said Rory, "But I'm fine. Jess and I are pretty much over, I think. What with him leaving and everything."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," said Rory. "But aside from the thousand ways I can imagine this arrangement to go terribly wrong, I really don't mind. It might be fun, having Luke a stepfather for a while. Do you think I can get him to give me an allowance?"
"He'll probably pay you in flannel shirts."
"I think I'll pass on the extra allowance, then," Rory leaned back and rested her head on her pillow. "Have you thought about whether you'll take his name?"
"What?"
"Which one do you want to use – Lorelai Gilmore-Danes, or just Lorelai Danes?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Well, if you are going to get married, you have to think about these things," Rory replied bluntly. "I like Lorelai Gilmore-Danes better. It sounds more official. Very stately."
"Really?" Lorelai held her hand up and looked at the engagement ring on her finger. "Hello, I am Lorelai Gilmore-Danes. I am Mrs. Danes. Mrs. Luke Danes. Hmmm."
Rory turned to look at her mother, wondering if she was seriously contemplating the options. "I was just kidding, you know."
Lorelai didn't seem to hear her for a while - but instead seemed more mesmerized in the ring, and the thoughts that were running through her head. "Huh? Oh yeah, sure. Me too. Hey, I'll let you get back to sleep. Good night."
"Thank you. Good night," said Rory, closing her eyes. After several moments, she opened them again. "Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Go sleep in your own bed."
*
Lorelai and Rory walked briskly across the town as they headed towards Luke's. Lorelai was holding a large yellow folder. "You know, for a person who went to bed before 10.30 last night, you seemed pretty sloth-like this morning when I woke you up."
"No fair," said Rory, "You interrupted my sleep last night with your rambling."
"Yeah, well, time and tide waits for no man, and we're as busy as the day is long. Whatever that means. Why do they say that, anyway?"
"Say what?"
"That whole 'as the day is long' thing. What do they mean? Night is as long as day, so why don't they say 'as the night is long'? What if it's winter? The days are pretty short, then. What if I said "we're as busy as the day is long' in winter?"
"I never thought I'd say this, but you think too much."
"You're as mean as the night is long," Lorelai swung open the door to the diner, as the bell above it jingled. "Language mysteries aside, we have lots of stuff to do. And God, that bell is irritating.."
"Ask your husband to take it off then," said Rory as she sat down at a nearby table.
"He's not my husband," said Lorelai indignantly, "He's my fiancé. There's a difference."
"Okay," said Rory. "Where is your fiancé anyway?"
"Probably in the kitchen with Dinah. Or the storage room or something," said Lorelai. "I'll go get him. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Chocolate chip pancakes!"
"All right. That sounded a little too enthusiastic, but whatever," Lorelai said, getting up. She took her folder with her and walked towards the storage room. She was about to enter when Luke came out, carrying a box.
"Hey," he said to her casually, as he walked behind the counter and put the box down.
"Hi," Lorelai said, following him. "Rory and I would like our chocolate chip pancakes today. And of course, our coffee."
"Okay. Hey, I told you you're not allowed behind the counter."
"Well, since I'm marrying you, technically half of this counter is mine."
"Nothing a pre-nuptial agreement can't fix."
"Yeah. I would go back to the front of the counter to talk to you, but that's just a waste of time, so I'm going to ignore your 'no-entry to the back of the counter' rule. We have lots of work to do today. I just love saying that. It makes me sound so busy and official," She put the yellow folder on the counter.
"What's that?" Luke pointed to it.
"Ah, that my friend, is what we're about to do," said Lorelai. She flipped it open. "We have that whole wedding stuff to plan."
"Wedding stuff? As in the ceremony?"
"No, when I say wedding it's actually code for the Grieco-Roman mud wrestling tournament I'm hosting. Of course I mean the ceremony. Now, there are several things I want to run through with you first. I've gone through several bridal magazines, listed down options for floral arrangements, decorations …"
"Ah, Lorelai," Luke put his hands behind his head. "I'm not really good at all that kind of stuff, so you know, why don't you just pick what you like and show me the bill."
"What?"
"Just get whatever you want, I don't mind."
"I'm sorry, but did I just hear you say that you want to have no input whatsoever regarding our wedding, and that you'll let me make all the decisions just like that?"
"Erm. Yeah."
"Oh, my god, are you for real?" Lorelai nearly squealed. "You're like a dream fiancé. If I didn't want to marry you before, I definitely would want to now."
"Is this really such a big deal for you?" Luke asked, flipping through the folder, amazed at the vast amount of information stored inside. He was also secretly pleased that at how Lorelai was gushing over him.
"Are you kidding? The wedding is like the most important thing in a woman's life," said Lorelai. "We dream about it as children. We spend our whole lives fantasizing about it."
"That's not true, is it?"
"Okay. It's an exaggeration," said Lorelai. "But it's really important, and I can't believe you're just handing me the reins like that. This is so cool."
"Well, it's the least I can do, considering the fact you actually agreed to marry me."
"Aw, that's so sweet," said Lorelai. "But it's your wedding too, and it just wouldn't feel right if it were all about me."
"All right, I'll go through some of the stuff with you later," Luke said, "But the minute it gets too girly I'm out of there. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go make your pancakes. And your coffee."
"Thank you," said Lorelai. She walked back to her table. She took a seat next to Rory. "Luke is the best phony fiancé ever."
"Why?" Rory asked, genuinely interested.
"He was going to let me plan the wedding exactly how I want it," said Lorelai, "I mean, wow. Talk about your dream guy."
"Erm, mom?" Rory poised her next question gingerly. "You're not actually wishing that you were marrying him for real, are you?"
"What? Don't be ridiculous," Lorelai said. "I'm just saying, hypothetically, that if this were a real marriage, it would be very nice, that's all."
"Okay, cause for a moment there you seemed like you …"
"I wasn't."
"Yeah, okay, I just …"
"I wasn't," said Lorelai, defensively. "I think your lack of sleep has made you demented. You should be institutionalized."
"If that happens you only have yourself to blame," replied Rory, "So, what exactly is in that magical yellow folder?"
"Ah," said Lorelai. "The secret to marital bliss. Inside this folder, you will find literally thousands upon thousands of cut-outs from various bridal magazines, depicting what will be the perfect wedding ceremony."
"Ooh."
"Yes, 'ooh' indeed, my child. 'Ooh' indeed. Now, we lucked out because Sookie agreed to cater for us, bless that kind soul," said Lorelai, "So that means we have one thing less to do."
"Hmm, did you actually tell Sookie, though?"
"Tell her what?"
"About you and Luke."
"Well, when I asked her to cater for Luke's and my wedding, I think there is an implied statement that we are getting married."
"No, I meant about the 'real' circumstances."
"Oh, actually, I didn't," said Lorelai. "I really wanted to, but then I figured the less people that know about it the better. Don't want the whole town going crazy with rumors."
"They aren't really rumors if they're true."
"You know I'm beginning to regret getting you that dictionary when you were a kid. It's really not paying off."
"So you didn't tell Sookie?"
"Bottom line – no," said Lorelai. "I guess I'll tell her when the time's right, but not right now. You should have seen how excited she was when I told her. At first she was kind of angry that I didn't tell her that Luke and I were even dating each other, but she channeled her anger at the pizza she was making, so she worked through it and now she's extremely happy. The pizza didn't turn out so good, though, but that's another story."
"Aww. I always get upset with stories that have a bad pizza ending," Rory sighed. "So, floral arrangements…"
*
TO BE CONTINUED!
next time on "Where There's A Will, There's No Diner":
- Marilyn Manson guest stars, and scares the crap out of everybody in Stars Hollow. Except for Jess.
- Rory finds a leprechaun in her garden and decides to become Irish. She does not find a pot of gold and kills the leprechaun in a blind rage.
- A mysterious stranger called Tristan reenters Rory's life and tells her he never stopped thinking about her in military school, and blah blah blah insert generic Trory plot line here.
- Samurais take over Stars Hollow in a fantastic cross-cultural experience! WOO! Luke takes up ninjustu to combat the new threat.
