I glare at him darkly as the plane begins to level off. "My mother is going to kill you."

"You could have fought more." He states.

I nod. "I could have, yes. But it didn't occur to me until we were on the plane that you were serious."

"Well, you certainly can't get a decent pint of Foster's in New Haven, Connecticut love."

"You've mentioned that."

"Shouldn't you be calling your grandparents about that pesky dinner of yours you'll be missing tonight?"

I groan. "I can't afford to use my credit card from up here." I glare at the phone.

He pulls out an AMEX black, and sticks it in the phone, handing me the receiver. "My treat."

I move my glare to him. "There is no way my grandmother is going to believe me." I dial quickly, and it rings a couple times.

"Hello?" Grandma answers.

"Hi Grandma!" I try to sound as happy as possible.

"Rory? How are you dear?"

I sigh. "I'm good. I…have a teeny issue with being able to get to dinner tonight though." Just as well to get it over with I suppose.

"What's wrong?" she asks sharply, and I wince.

"I'm on a plane to Australia. In my defense, I didn't think he was seriously taking me until we were on the plane."

"Rory, if you want to go on a date, re-schedule. Don't come up with absurdities. Even your mother has never claimed to be on a plane to another continent."

I sigh, and look at Finn. "This is all your fault Finn." I mutter. "Grandma, I'm not coming up with absurdities. I was reading my book in the Pub when my friend Finn sat down with me. He decided my book was boring, and now I'm on a plane to Australia because apparently we can't get a decent pint of Foster's in New Haven."

"You're really going to stick with this, aren't you? Just like your mother. Rory, I thought you were more responsible than this."

I hold the phone to Finn. "You tell her. She doesn't believe me."

He takes the phone. "Hello Mrs. Gilmore? This is Finn…Do you really need to know…right…Thaddeus Finley the fourth…yes…there's a lovely pub in Sydney, and Rory here looked like she needed a Foster's, her book was awfully boring…yes, we really are on a flight to Australia…I would be delighted to join you for dinner on Sunday…of course, seven it is." He hands me the phone.

"Yes Grandma?"

"You honestly didn't know about this until this morning?"

"I promise I protested."

"The two of you will be joining your grandfather and I for dinner on Sunday."

"Yes Grandma."

"Have a good weekend dear." She hangs up, and I turn to face him. "Thaddeus?"

"Never mention it again. Not even Logan and Colin know that."

"They think your name is what, Finn Finley?"

He nods. "They're convinced my parents are slightly off."

"Your parents are slightly off. Who the hell names a child Thaddeus anymore?"

He stares at me. "Says Lorelai Gilmore the third." He deadpans.

I nod. "Good point." I pause. "Now for the difficult call."

"That wasn't the difficult call?"

I shake my head. "Nope. Now I get to call my mom and tell her my insane new friend is taking me to Australia for a beer."

He holds up a hand. "No love, I'm taking you to Australia for a Foster's. The difference is immense."

"I'll take your word for it." I dial the Dragonfly.

"Dragonfly Inn, this is Lorelai."

"Why isn't Michel answering the phone?"

"He keeps connecting Kirk to the guests."

"Good plan."

"So, what's up? You never call on Fridays."

"I can't come home this weekend."

"Oh no, not happening. You ditched me for limo boy at Spring Break, and a different guy after that, and you haven't been home in a month Rory! You're visiting mommy this weekend! You promised!"

"So really, it's not my fault though." I try.

"I don't care. Whatever your plans are, cancel them. We have a movie date!"

I sigh. "I'm aware of the movie date. I'm aware of the promise, but I seriously have no way of getting there."

"The only possible excuse that you could have would be…I don't know, that you've been kidnapped and forced onto an airplane, and are currently on your way to another continent." She states clearly.

I wince. "Speaking of?" I offer carefully. She's silent. "Mom?"

"Please god, tell me you're kidding."

"Finn may have decided I need a pint of Foster's."

"You've seriously been forced onto an airplane to another continent?"

"Australia, I'm told, is a lovely country. I've also been told that the legal drinking age there is 18."

"Is he there?"

"Right next to me."

"Put him on the phone. Right now."

I hold the phone towards him, and his eyes widen. "My mom wants to yell at you."

He carefully takes the phone. "Hello? Yes…Well, she was reading in the pub…but she wasn't playing the game anymore…I was bored…I'm his roommate actually…no, he's not here…well the pub in Sydney is…Did I mention I was bored?…well, no but…you what?…but I -

I grab the phone. "Mom, you're scaring him."

"He abducted my baby!"

"And is bringing me home for dinner with Grandma on Sunday."

"What about me? What am I supposed to do with my weekend now?"

"Call Luke."

She pauses. "That could be fun."

"I love you too mom."

"Be careful sweets."

I end the call, and glance at Finn, who has paled significantly. "Wow. She really got to you, didn't she?"

"She threatened to…" he trails off, shuddering.

I wince. "To be fair, so long as I come back unharmed, she won't do it."

"And unmarked." He says quickly. "No tattoos or body piercings unless you sign a waiver while sober."

I laugh. "I can live with that."