Pairing: Literati
Rating: PG
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Spoilers: Possible spoilers from Season 3.
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LUKE'S DINER
Lorelai and Rory are sitting at a table, drinking coffee and eating Danishes.
Lorelai: My, this is one good Danish.
Rory: Fabulous, even.
Lorelai: I bet, that if you looked in that big thesaurus of yours, you would not find a good enough adjective for this Danish.
Rory: I think you're right.
Lorelai: Ha. There are very few occasions where I am not.
Rory: How could I forget?
Lorelai: But don't worry, because I will always be there to remind you.
Rory: And I do appreciate that. Really. Even if it looks like I'm not listening.
Lorelai: Did I mention that this is a great Danish?
Rory: Yes, I do believe you have mentioned that.
Lorelai: Well. It is.
Lane runs into the diner, and sits down with the Gilmore's.
Lane: I'm guessing a doctor wasn't good enough, so now I will be dining with a future surgeon tonight.
Rory: Oh no.
Lane: Oh yes.
Rory: Have a Danish. Somehow, the world seems to look brighter when you have one.
Lane: My bedroom is illuminated with a number of lamps, and my world is far away from bright. How much could a strawberry Danish possibly help?
Rory: Take my word.
Lorelai: And mine.
Lane takes a bite of a Danish, and breaks into a huge grin.
Lane: Wow, that was good.
Lorelai: Told you so.
Lane: It was fantastic. I'm going to stop by on Danish Day more often now.
Rory: Is it looking brighter?
Lane: Surprisingly, yes.
Lorelai: The power of pastries.
Lane: Oh no. What time is it?
Lorelai: 11:35
Lane: I have to go! I only had 7 minutes to go out.
Lorelai: Seven?
Lane: I had to pick up a folder for a report. Mom timed the amount of time it takes to go to the store and buy a folder. She even tested it for long lines. The average amount of time is seven minutes.
Lorelai: Wow.
Lane: Totally OCD.
Rory: No kidding. But what about the folder?
Lane: On my way to the store, I saw Jennifer from school. She was going into the store, so I gave her the money, and asked her to buy me a folder. I told her I'd be back in 5 minutes.
Rory: Complicating.
Lane: I have to go. The world is dark once again.
Lorelai: But it was fun while it lasted, right?
Lane: A grand total of five minutes.
Rory: We're improving.
Lane: Yes, we are. Got to go, bye!
Lane stuffs the last bite of the Danish into her mouth, and dashes out of the diner.
Lorelai: Must be tough.
Rory: Oh yeah.
Lorelai: So, what's on the agenda today?
Rory: Homework.
Lorelai: Have I ever told you much I despise that word?
Rory: A myriad of times.
Lorelai: Doesn't Chilton understand the need to unwind during the weekend? The brain can only know so much.
Rory: You should tell them.
Lorelai: And it's Saturday! Sabado! Possibly the best day of the week. You can sleep in, and sleep late, my friend.
Rory: You can do that on Sundays too, though.
Lorelai: Not necessarily. You can't sleep late, because you either have work or school the following day. And Sundays are a reminder that the weekend is coming to an end.
Rory: You have certainly thought this out.
Lorelai: I was thinking about it at last week's Friday night dinner.
Rory: That explains it.
Lorelai: Explains what?
Rory: You were gazing thoughtfully at the stringed beans.
Lorelai: That sounds weird.
Rory: It's true.
Lorelai: I'm sure it is. Sounds like something I would do.
Rory: Sure does.
Lorelai notices that her mug of coffee is empty, and so is Rory's. The pot of coffee that is next to Lorelai's mug is also empty. Lorelai looks around the Diner for Luke, and calls out to him.
Lorelai: Lack of coffee at the counter!
Rory laughs. Luke approaches the two, and has a look of disbelief on his face.
Luke: I don't believe this.
Lorelai: Believe it.
Luke: You drank the whole pot of coffee?
Lorelai: Si, Senor Columbia.
Luke: This disgusts me.
Lorelai: Mission accomplished.
Luke: How can you drink all of that?
Lorelai: How can you drink 8 glasses of water a day?
Luke: It's water.
Lorelai: Exactly. It's coffee.
Luke: I will never understand you.
Lorelai: It's a mutual feeling, my friend. Now hand over the coffee.
Luke sighs wearily, and pours some coffee into the two mugs from a new pot of coffee. As soon as he pours it, Lorelai and Rory immediately take long sips from their mugs. At that point, Jess walks down the stairs. He is looking at Lorelai and Rory in amusement. He starts to fix the toaster to occupy himself.
Lorelai: That tastes so good.
Luke: It's been, what, 2 minutes since you last had it?
Lorelai: That's 120 seconds. A very long time.
Just then, Lorelai's cell phone rings. Luke looks it, and points to the sign that reads, "No Cell Phones Allowed." Lorelai rolls her eyes, and takes the call.
Lorelai: Speak now, or forever hold your breath.
Michel: I am afraid that you are going to have to come to the Inn immediately.
Lorelai: Michel?
Michel: Yes. It is Michel. Your presence is needed at the Inn immediately.
Lorelai: What happened?
Michel: There is a water problem. People are yelling. People are complaining. And I am having a migraine.
Lorelai: I'm sure you are. Uh, what kind of water problem?
Michel: I do not know. Do I look like a plumber to you?
Lorelai: Actually...
Michel: Stop. Please. Do not finish that sentence.
Lorelai: Come on, Michel.
Michel: I am hanging up now.
Lorelai: I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Michel: Okay. I look forward to seeing you.
Lorelai: Oh, I'm sure you do. Bye.
Lorelai closes her phone, and stuffs it into her handbag.
Rory: What did he want?
Lorelai: My presence is required at the Inn.
Rory: On a Saturday?
Lorelai: My thoughts exactly.
Rory: Why is your presence required?
Lorelai: There's a water problem at the Inn.
Rory: And how would your presence help?
Lorelai: Exactly! I do not know anything about water! Well, I know how to turn the faucet on and off. And I know that I don't drink enough water. But that's about it.
Rory: More than you think.
Lorelai: I hope I don't get tied there for too long.
Rory: Me too.
Lorelai: What if the town floods? And I have to boat home?
Rory: Take your life jacket.
Lorelai: Oh, of course. I'll just take the life jacket that's always in the car, just in case the town ever has a flood.
Rory: You're so prepared.
Lorelai: That's me. Well, Mommy has to go now. Hopefully, I'll see you soon. Otherwise, here's some money for lunch.
Lorelai takes out some bills from her handbag, and hands them to Rory.
Lorelai: Don't miss me too much.
Rory: Bye.
Lorelai takes the last sip of her coffee, and sets the mug on the counter. She buttons up her coat, and picks up her handbag, and leaves the diner. Rory looks around the diner, which is empty except for her and an elderly man sitting at a corner table, reading the paper. She looks at Jess, who is fixing the toaster.
Just then, the telephone rings, and Jess goes to answer it.
Jess: Hello?
Shane: Hey. Want to do something?
Jess: When?
Shane: Now.
Jess: I'm kind of busy.
Shane: Whatever. Bye.
Jess: Bye.
Jess hangs up the phone, and continues to fix the toaster, which, by now, is completely fixed. Jess just looks at it.
Rory: That was one long conversation.
Jess: It sure was.
Rory: Shane?
Jess: Why do you care?
Rory: You're not good at that, you know.
Jess: At what?
Rory: Acting hostile.
Jess: What makes you so sure?
Rory: I just know you.
Jess: Well, then you obviously don't know who I am.
Rory: And Shane does?
Jess: What do you think?
Rory: How can she possibly know you, if all of your conversations are that short and meaningless?
Jess: Beats me.
Rory: Why are you even going out with her?
Jess: I could ask you the same thing.
Rory: What?
Jess: Why are you going out with Dean?
Rory looks at him, speechless. She looks down at the table – refusing to look at him. She feels hurt, and wishes that her mother were here with her. Rory takes the last sip of coffee from her mug, and sets it down on the counter. She buttons up her coat, and starts to walk towards the door.
Jess: You can't always run away, Rory.
Rory: Follow your own advice, Jess.
She leaves the diner, and walks towards her house.
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End of Part One
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