Disclaimer: Amy and Daniel Palladino, along with the rest of the WB, own Gilmore Girls. I'm just borrowing the characters.

Jess- Me? Master? Nah. I don't even pay attention in English class! Well, actually, I wrote most of this in English class, but that's beside the point. I just like to be the jedi to your Yoda because I honestly have no idea what I'm doing! I was going to say Luke Skywalker because I too love Han Solo but decided that my hair is definitely better. My comp also put the squiggly red line under jedi but not Yoda. That amuses me for some reasonĂ¢Â€.

Ms. Vaughn- Crazy amazing. I like that. As for the banter, I don't know where it comes from. Probably sleep depervation and many viewings of the Gilmore Girls first season. I'm honestly surprised people actually like this story, to be honest

four51- I adore Ferris Bueller's Day Off. One of the best movies ever made, in my opinion.

megliz716- OK, I should probably explain that comment. I know that Lorelai wouldn't be for abortions, but it was just a joke. Y'know, feminism and stuff. But you're right. I should've picked something else. Once I posted that, I realized "oh, shit! I really shouldn't've done that!" But thank you for your thought. I'm glad someone mentioned that.

More thank yous to OTHlover04, bBy x jUjUbee, Padfoot n' Moony, smile1, Kiki, Barbra, Callista NicTeryn, Kristy Anne Halliwell(love the caps!), rika, Mystified Dreamer. I love you all alot!

A/N: Sorry about the almost 2-week span of non-updating. I've been busy. I went away on a long weekend vacation for Labor Day, then school started, and I got sick. My head is feeling a bit light-headed at the moment, so if the end does seem a bit weird, I'm sorry. In fact, I probably shouldn't even be updating, but it's just a cold. I'm a hypercondriac. Give me a break. It's sad. So, yeah, this is getting long. But I'll really try to update sooner next time. I've got good ideas and lots of classes to not pay attention in.

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After the movies Tristan was sent with Luke to spend the night there by Lorelai and her knowing smirk. Now he knew why Rory got so annoyed when he smirked like that. But that wasn't all; he was also to help Luke out with the morning crowd because Lane's shift started at 9:30. Rory and Paris- the latter of whom had shown up sometime during Fierce Creatures- were to come rescue him after they got up.

Lorelai breezed in a little after nine. Without a word she walked around the counter and pulled Luke into a passionate kiss. Tristan meanwhile poured her a cup of coffee and put it in front of an empty seat at the counter.

"How's he doing?" she asked Luke after regaining her breathing again in a normal pattern.

"He pours coffee, he serves food to the correct tables, he yelled at Kirk," Luke replied. "He's doing fine."

Lorelai laughed and sat in the seat designated for her by Tristan. "Lane gets here in twenty minutes. Do you want me to drag him along with me to the inn? We're two workers short of a-" she paused, trying to think of a way to end that sentence. Finally, she gave up. "-something. Anyway, the point is I need him there to insure my position of the Queen Bee-slash-mocker."

"Your ability to multitask is astounding." Luke took out a pad of paper and a pencil. "Breakfast?"

Lorelai shook her head. "I'm saving room for later. Speaking of which, can you get there around three?"

"We close at 3:30," Luke informed her.

"3:35 then," she replied.

"It's a date," he agreed, leaning his forehead against hers.

Lorelai smiled, finished her coffee, and gave her boyfriend one last kiss.

"You've got to teach me how to prioritize like you do oh-so-well!" Tristan called from across the diner.

"C'mon, Buster Keaton, we're going to the inn!" she yelled back.

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"-and you will be helping to se the table and decorate so the inn looks festive-y," Lorelai concluded after giving Tristan a brief tour of said inn.

"I thought you'd have people to do this for you," Tristan stated.

"Ah, but I am not my mother. I home grow my willing workers, I don't import them," Lorelai jokingly replied. "My servants are you, Rory, and Paris. Give or take a few others. Unless you'd like to go back to the diner and help Lane out," she offered.

"No thanks," Tristan declined. "I have a strong feeling that Luke is trying to get Caesar to kill me."

Lorelai raised an eyebrow, and he suddenly knew where Rory got it from. "How'd you come to this conclusion?"

"When Caesar indiscreetly nodded to Luke, then 'accidentally' threw a frying pan at my head," Tristan replied, using air quotes around the word 'accidentally'.

Lorelai waved it off. "He's just being protective. You should've seen what he did to Dean. Anyway, how do you know Caesar just doesn't like you?"

Tristan opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again when he realized he had no good comeback.

Lorelai smiled triumphantly. "That's what I thought. So, any other questions, comments, bride attempts, or general Gilmore worshipping on your part?"

"Not at the moment, but you'll be the first to know if I need to pay off your silence," Tristan answered.

Lorelai nodded approvingly. "Good boy. Now get to work before Miss Patty comes by and tricks you into becoming her sixth husband."

Two hours, five unpleasant encounters with a frazzled Michel, and one amusing conversation with Tom later the girls arrived to help Tristan.

"Get enough sleep?" he teased them.

Rory rolled her eyes and looked at Paris, who changed the subject. "What's left to do?"

"Seating chart," Tristan replied with a sigh, looking just as excited about it as Rory felt.

She groaned and banged her head against the table they were sitting at. There were three of them out, seeing as almost half the town was invited.

"Did I wear you out already, Mary?" Tristan asked, his voice laced with innuendo.

"You wish," Rory retorted lifting her head up to look Tristan in the eyes.

Tristan winked at her. "Don't you know it."

She rolled her eyes and looked at Paris, who just shook her head. "Don't bother; he'll just twist your words around again."

He leaned his chair back onto two legs. "It's a daunting task, but I do my best."

Rory leaned over and pushed Tristan. With a yelp he fell back onto his back. Paris covered her mouth, but Rory didn't bother to hide her laughter as Tristan floundered around, trying to get up.

"You'd make a great turtle," she informed him.

Tristan growled and jumped up. "Now you've done it, Gilmore."

Rory ran and hid behind Paris. Paris looked between her two friends, one of whom was standing behind her and the other who was stalking around the table. She looked up at Rory. "Do you want me to finish the arrangements?"

"We'll be done soon," Rory assured her.

Tristan smirked and echoed her earlier words. "You wish."

At this sentiment, Rory took off running, but Tristan quickly gained on her. He slung his arms around her waist and pulled her against him so he could tickle her sides easier. She shrieked and doubled over, then flung herself back up again. Somehow she managed to wiggle free and continued running.

"Get away from me," Michel complained when Rory darted behind him. Tristan stood on the other side of the desk, poised to pounce. Rory pretended to go left, but then ran right, fooling him for all of half a second.

He caught her within feet from Paris and mercilessly tickled her. "Say 'uncle'!"

"A Gilmore never surrenders!" Rory gasped, wrenching away from his grasp.

"Can you two put your sudden regression into the second grade on halt for half an hour so you can help me with this seating chart?" Paris interrupted.

Tristan looked down at the floor guiltily and mumbled, "Yes, mom."

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"How goes the mocking?" Rory asked Lorelai after presenting her with the seating chart.

"Quite well, though Tom seems to be immune, so he's no fun," Lorelai pouted. "Did you find out if Dean's coming or not?"

Rory shook her head sadly. "He's not coming. He's spending it in Chicago with a good friend of his he hasn't seen in a while."

Lorelai patted her daughters back sympathetically. She gave the chart an once-over and frowned. "Andrew and Taylor can't sit next to each other on Thanksgiving unless you're willing to put up with another one of Taylor's endless speeches on the wish bone. Which you're not after what happened at the Thanksgiving four years ago."

Rory quickly switched Taylor and Gypsy around. "There, perfect!"

Lorelai smiled. "You're such a good kid. Where'd you get that from?"

"Grandma, I think," Rory teased.

"Funny, too. That you get from me," Lorelai replied.

"I must," Rory said, humoring her. "Do you have anything else for us to do?"

"Yes," Lorelai answered seriously, her eyes betraying her. "Go to town, get coffee, loiter around the Soda Shoppe until Taylor kicks you out, vandalize things, loot, steal, and be back by three."

"So you want us to leave?" Rory clarified.

"Was I that obvious?" Lorelai asked.

"Glaringly so. Woody Allen was in awe," Rory told her.

Lorelai stuck out her bottom lip. "You're mean when you haven't had any coffee in a couple hours."

Rory smiled. "I learned from the best."

Lorelai laughed and shooed her out. "Go, have fun. And save your appetite!"

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A few people were already there when Rory, Paris, and Tristan got back to the inn. Lorelai came by soon after they arrived. "Good job with the seating arrangements, though Kirk and Lulu had to be moved away from Joe. It's a long story, and ends with Joe getting whipped cream thrown at him by Lulu."

"A psychiatrist would love to analyze these people," Paris observed dryly.

"What did you crazy kids get up to?" Lorelai asked.

Tristan groaned. "They ransacked the bookstore. No novel is safe around these two."

Lorelai nodded her head. "You should see Rory when they get new books in. Andrew loves her." Tristan chuckled. "Ok, go sit down. The best meal of your life should be done in around forty-five minutes."

Lane caught up to them when Luke came in. She gave Rory a huge hug. "Tell me all about everything!"

Rory laughed. "That didn't even make sense."

"It doesn't matter; musicians aren't supposed to make sense. It's a known fact. The Doors were popular, and no one knew anything that Jim Morrison was talking about," Lane pointed out.

"Are you going home for Thanksgiving?" Rory asked, sitting down in one of the many over stuffed chairs in the lobby. Tristan sat haphazardly in the chair next to her while Lane sat on the arm of Rory's chair. Paris was currently talking to Taylor about the policies of Stars Hollow. Rory suspected that she was taking notes for a book.

"Eventually. I figured I'd get a good Thanksgiving in, then suffer through tofu-turkeys," Lane replied.

Tristan made a face that caused Lane to laugh at the sheer immaturity of it. "Tofu turkeys?"

"Health nuts," was all the explanation given to him.

"Sounds wonderfully disgusting," Tristan said.

"Attention!" Lorelai's clear voice echoed throughout the lobby of the small inn. "I have just been informed that the turkey is close to perfection. If everybody would please take their seats at their places, that'd be great!"

"Young man, the seat next to me isn't taken," Ms. Patty flirtatiously called to Tristan, patting the chair next to her.

Tristan flashed her his most charming smile. "I'd love to, but I'm afraid Rory here can't bear having me too far away from her."

Ms. Patty smiled knowingly at Rory. Rory, in turn, swatted Tristan's forearm when he sat down.

"Ow, Mary!" Tristan pouted, rubbing his arm. "If you wanted to get rough, all you had to do was ask."

Rory rolled her eyes. "All disgusting S&M fetishes on Tristan's part aside, I didn't hit you that hard!"

"Yes you did!" Tristan childishly protested. The man part of him suddenly took control again, and he leered at her. "Wanna kiss it and make it feel better?"

"No, thank you. Who knows what diseases you may have?" Rory sweetly replied, taking a spoonful of the stuffing set in front of her by one of the waiters.

"Like cooties?" Lane teased.

"And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for! The pride and joy of today's festivities, the turkey!" Lorelai stepped out of the way to show Sookie holding a golden brown turkey. Behind her two more cooks were holding equally delicious looking turkeys.

Sookie was about to cut the one she was holding when Taylor interrupted. "Don't you think it would pertinent to pray first?"

"I'm Jewish," Joe piped up. "I don't think I should be praying the Christian way."

"I'm hungry, Taylor," Gypsy added. "Pray on your own damn time, and let Sookie cut that turkey."

"People, it's a tradition," Taylor reasoned.

"Not for everybody," Ms. Patty replied. "We didn't pray before out tight rope act in Studio 69, and we shouldn't have to pray now."

Lorelai held her hands up. "How about every body who wants to pray does so right now while Sookie cuts the turkey?"

Taylor straightened up in a seat a bit. "Thank you, Lorelai."

"Just pray, Taylor!" Luke commanded.