"This is a cute town," Sebastian said from the passenger seat of Rory's
Prius.
"Just out of a fairytale. Wacky citizens and all," Rory added, not looking away from the street.
"Yeah, I noticed they're a bit. . ."
"Excentric?" Rory supplied, smiling. "Yeah, but we love them. Besides, my mom and I aren't all that normal, so we fit in just right.
"Your mom is. . . young looking. You look just like her."
"Aww. . . thanks! That's one of the best compliments I've ever gotten. And you're right about the young-looking thing. She had me when she was sixteen. Didn't I tell you?"
"No, no I don't think so."
"Oh, well, anyways, she did." Rory turned into the driveway, followed closely by the Jeep. "We're here! Home sweet home." She turned the car off and Sebastian walked around the back to open the trunk. They each took bags and dragged them up to the front porch.
"Mom! It's cold! The key!" Rory shouted, her fingers turning white from gripping the bags and from the cold.
"Just a second. . ." Lorelai mumbled. She got out of the Jeep, purse in one hand, coffee in the other. She walked slowly, deliberately, up the the front porch. She fumbled in her purse for the key. She pulled out a stick of gum. "Ooh! Double Mint! Rory, sing the double mint commercial song!"
"Open the door!"
"I'm waiting for my song. . ."
Rory gritted her teeth and then sang quickly and without effort, "Double your pleasure, double your fun, it's the statement in the great mint in double mint gum. Now open the door!"
"Well, I'm going to have to say that it lacked something. Effort. Motivation. Could we try it again."
"I have no motivation to sing it again, but I have moti vation to do something else that involves an axe and your unaware, sleeping body!" Rory cried.
"Fine, fine, we'll try again later, when you aren't being so touchy." She put the key in the door, turned, and opened it.
"Thank you!" Rory said, switching suddenly from menacing serial-killer voice to sweet princess voice. She and Sebastian walked in and put their bags down.
"All right," Rory said, "the pull out couch is in there, there's a bathroom over there, there's the kitchen. . . and uh, yeah."
Sebastian nodded, still speechless from the mother-daughter performance at the front door. Rory noticed.
"Oh, you'll have to get used to stuff like that. It's like I told you in the car. My mom and I aren't exactly what you'd call normal." She picked up her bags and carried them into her room. Sebastian was growing more and more amused by this girl every day.
Sebastian awoke the next morning to the simultaneous neighing of a horse and oinking of a pig. He sat up and looked as Rory walked from her bedroom and sat at the table, head propped up in her hands, staring off into space. Lorelai followed almost immediately, already completely dressed and trying to look perky but failing miserably.
"Remind me why we're doing this again," Rory said, her face flat down on the table.
"Because," Lorelai interrupted herself with a giant yawn. "Because. We have a schedule. And on the schedule, it says that we get up early and go to Luke's for breakfast."
"Why early though?"
"Have I taught you nothing?" Lorelai exhaled a huge sigh. "I. . . Because. . . When I've had some coffee, I'll remember, OK?"
"Hmm. . ."
"Go! Get dressed!"
Rory shlumped off to her room. Lorelai called to Sebastian from the table. "If you want to come to breakfast, then you should get dressed!"
Sebastian got out of the bed that had been unfolded from the couch the night before and quickly made it back up. He then rummaged through his duffel and pulled out a pair of baggy blue jeans and a shirt. He carried them to the bathroom and dressed quickly. He emerged and sat down on the couch to pull on a pair of socks. Rory and Lorelai came in like zombies from the kitchen, and he followed them out to the front door, where he had left his boots, coat, and hat. He pulled them on, and then they all walked out to the car.
"Jeep's too small," Rory mumbled.
"Yeah." Lorelai said.
"Let's take my car."
"Yeah."
"Too tired to drive."
"Yeah."
"Too tired to walk." Before Lorelai could slip in another 'yeah', Rory asked Sebastian, "Will you drive?"
"Sure," he said, as he climbed into the driver's seat, "Can I have the keys?"
Rory handed them to him from the back seat, and he turned the ignition and then turned around in his seat to back out of the driveway.
"Which way?"
"Left," they called out simultaneously. They continued to call out directions from their half-asleep state until Sebastian reached the diner where they had eaten dinner the night before.
When he pulled into a spot, the girls suddenly jumped out of the car and ran in the front door of the diner, seized by an extreme amount of energy. Sebastian raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then turned off the car and followed them in, with slightly less enthieusiasm. He was growing more amazed by this girl every day.
Rory and Lorelai had found seats at the counter, and Sebastian joined them. Lorelai and Rory were already begging for coffee, and Luke was shouting back from the kitchen.
When he came out, he was carrying three plates of pancakes. "Pancakes!" Lorelai and Rory shouted.
"They're the chocolate chip kind that you like," Luke said.
"Goody," Lorelai replied, reaching out for her plate. Luke set them down in front of Rory and Lorelai, and then walked over to Sebastian.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted chocolate chip or not, so I made them with the rest of the batch. If you want them plain I can do that too, or have Caesar do it."
"No!" Lorelai and Rory shouted in chorus, mouths full of pancakes. "Caesar's pancakes aren't safe," Lorelai supplied as a cryptic answer.
"Chocolate chip are fine. Thank you," he said.
The three of them finished their breakfasts, and then they all slowly walked over to the door of the diner. "I hate to tell you this, but I have to work today," Lorelai said.
"No!"
"I tried to get out of it, but Michel made a face. Now usually, I love it when I get to make Michel make a face, but he's been especially cranky since he gave up butter and full-fat oil, so I didn't want to make him quit on me."
"All right," Rory said, "Sebastian and I will hang out here. We'll find something to do. Dinner here?"
"Sure. I'll page you."
"OK. Have fun at work!" Rory waved to her Mom, and then she and Sebastian walked towards the town square, leaving the car where it was. "So, what do you want to do today?" she asked.
"Whatever you want to do."
"Hmm. . . all right. . . ooh! How about a movie?"
"Sure."
Rory smiled and then reached for his hand, pulling him along. He was growing more and more enamored with this girl every day.
"Just out of a fairytale. Wacky citizens and all," Rory added, not looking away from the street.
"Yeah, I noticed they're a bit. . ."
"Excentric?" Rory supplied, smiling. "Yeah, but we love them. Besides, my mom and I aren't all that normal, so we fit in just right.
"Your mom is. . . young looking. You look just like her."
"Aww. . . thanks! That's one of the best compliments I've ever gotten. And you're right about the young-looking thing. She had me when she was sixteen. Didn't I tell you?"
"No, no I don't think so."
"Oh, well, anyways, she did." Rory turned into the driveway, followed closely by the Jeep. "We're here! Home sweet home." She turned the car off and Sebastian walked around the back to open the trunk. They each took bags and dragged them up to the front porch.
"Mom! It's cold! The key!" Rory shouted, her fingers turning white from gripping the bags and from the cold.
"Just a second. . ." Lorelai mumbled. She got out of the Jeep, purse in one hand, coffee in the other. She walked slowly, deliberately, up the the front porch. She fumbled in her purse for the key. She pulled out a stick of gum. "Ooh! Double Mint! Rory, sing the double mint commercial song!"
"Open the door!"
"I'm waiting for my song. . ."
Rory gritted her teeth and then sang quickly and without effort, "Double your pleasure, double your fun, it's the statement in the great mint in double mint gum. Now open the door!"
"Well, I'm going to have to say that it lacked something. Effort. Motivation. Could we try it again."
"I have no motivation to sing it again, but I have moti vation to do something else that involves an axe and your unaware, sleeping body!" Rory cried.
"Fine, fine, we'll try again later, when you aren't being so touchy." She put the key in the door, turned, and opened it.
"Thank you!" Rory said, switching suddenly from menacing serial-killer voice to sweet princess voice. She and Sebastian walked in and put their bags down.
"All right," Rory said, "the pull out couch is in there, there's a bathroom over there, there's the kitchen. . . and uh, yeah."
Sebastian nodded, still speechless from the mother-daughter performance at the front door. Rory noticed.
"Oh, you'll have to get used to stuff like that. It's like I told you in the car. My mom and I aren't exactly what you'd call normal." She picked up her bags and carried them into her room. Sebastian was growing more and more amused by this girl every day.
Sebastian awoke the next morning to the simultaneous neighing of a horse and oinking of a pig. He sat up and looked as Rory walked from her bedroom and sat at the table, head propped up in her hands, staring off into space. Lorelai followed almost immediately, already completely dressed and trying to look perky but failing miserably.
"Remind me why we're doing this again," Rory said, her face flat down on the table.
"Because," Lorelai interrupted herself with a giant yawn. "Because. We have a schedule. And on the schedule, it says that we get up early and go to Luke's for breakfast."
"Why early though?"
"Have I taught you nothing?" Lorelai exhaled a huge sigh. "I. . . Because. . . When I've had some coffee, I'll remember, OK?"
"Hmm. . ."
"Go! Get dressed!"
Rory shlumped off to her room. Lorelai called to Sebastian from the table. "If you want to come to breakfast, then you should get dressed!"
Sebastian got out of the bed that had been unfolded from the couch the night before and quickly made it back up. He then rummaged through his duffel and pulled out a pair of baggy blue jeans and a shirt. He carried them to the bathroom and dressed quickly. He emerged and sat down on the couch to pull on a pair of socks. Rory and Lorelai came in like zombies from the kitchen, and he followed them out to the front door, where he had left his boots, coat, and hat. He pulled them on, and then they all walked out to the car.
"Jeep's too small," Rory mumbled.
"Yeah." Lorelai said.
"Let's take my car."
"Yeah."
"Too tired to drive."
"Yeah."
"Too tired to walk." Before Lorelai could slip in another 'yeah', Rory asked Sebastian, "Will you drive?"
"Sure," he said, as he climbed into the driver's seat, "Can I have the keys?"
Rory handed them to him from the back seat, and he turned the ignition and then turned around in his seat to back out of the driveway.
"Which way?"
"Left," they called out simultaneously. They continued to call out directions from their half-asleep state until Sebastian reached the diner where they had eaten dinner the night before.
When he pulled into a spot, the girls suddenly jumped out of the car and ran in the front door of the diner, seized by an extreme amount of energy. Sebastian raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then turned off the car and followed them in, with slightly less enthieusiasm. He was growing more amazed by this girl every day.
Rory and Lorelai had found seats at the counter, and Sebastian joined them. Lorelai and Rory were already begging for coffee, and Luke was shouting back from the kitchen.
When he came out, he was carrying three plates of pancakes. "Pancakes!" Lorelai and Rory shouted.
"They're the chocolate chip kind that you like," Luke said.
"Goody," Lorelai replied, reaching out for her plate. Luke set them down in front of Rory and Lorelai, and then walked over to Sebastian.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted chocolate chip or not, so I made them with the rest of the batch. If you want them plain I can do that too, or have Caesar do it."
"No!" Lorelai and Rory shouted in chorus, mouths full of pancakes. "Caesar's pancakes aren't safe," Lorelai supplied as a cryptic answer.
"Chocolate chip are fine. Thank you," he said.
The three of them finished their breakfasts, and then they all slowly walked over to the door of the diner. "I hate to tell you this, but I have to work today," Lorelai said.
"No!"
"I tried to get out of it, but Michel made a face. Now usually, I love it when I get to make Michel make a face, but he's been especially cranky since he gave up butter and full-fat oil, so I didn't want to make him quit on me."
"All right," Rory said, "Sebastian and I will hang out here. We'll find something to do. Dinner here?"
"Sure. I'll page you."
"OK. Have fun at work!" Rory waved to her Mom, and then she and Sebastian walked towards the town square, leaving the car where it was. "So, what do you want to do today?" she asked.
"Whatever you want to do."
"Hmm. . . all right. . . ooh! How about a movie?"
"Sure."
Rory smiled and then reached for his hand, pulling him along. He was growing more and more enamored with this girl every day.