Ten minutes later, Rory and Logan were in his car.

"So where exactly are we going?" She asked him.

"To go see my great aunt Annabelle." He told her. "She's the black sheep of the family."

"Why?"

"Why are we going to see her? Or, why is she the black sheep of the family? Because they both have the same answer."

"What's the answer?"

"She's into the occult. She's also psychic." He answered her in a matter of fact tone.

"You're kidding right? There's no such thing." Rory told him.

"This coming from super-girl." Logan told her jokingly.

"Good point, Hutzberger."

"My friends call me Logan."

"Is that what I am? A friend?" She asked him. Rory admitted to herself about a week ago that she has a crush on him, if not something more.

"If you'd like to be." Logan replied.

Thinking about it for a moment, Rory decided this was a good idea. "I would love to be your friend." She told him. "But-"

"See I knew there was going to be a but."

Looking at him with her eyebrows raised at that last comment she continued. "But, you have to buy me coffee, whenever, where ever."

"Deal." He said. "I can't believe you just put a price on friendship."

"Hey I would have decided to be your friend even if you said you wouldn't buy me coffee. I just wasn't gonna pass up the opportunity for free coffee."

"Figures." The car stopped. "O.K. we're here."