disclaimer- I don't own Gilmore Girls
"Don't worry, Lora, Gigi made this, and she can cook." Rory said to her daughter as they all sat down to eat the third night of Chris' visit.
"Yes, one of my daughters knows the difference between a cookie sheet and a pot." Chris teased.
"I know that! A cookie sheet is what you put cookies and tater tots on, and a pot is what you put pasta in! Those are all things I can make."
"You can cook, Ror, you've cooked for me before, and it was good." Dean reassured her.
"It was all from a box, or a mix."
"Then you can cook from boxes and mixes."
"Thank you."
"God, I love visiting you!" Gigi laughed at her sister and brother-in-law. "It's always so exciting!"
"We love having you visit us, too, Aunt Gigi." Lora smiled at her aunt.
"So, how's your writing coming along?" Rory turned from her husband to her sister.
"Good, I have a novel that's getting published soon."
"Already? You only graduated from Princeton 5 months ago."
"Well, I was working on it all through my senior year."
"Yes, you told us about that. Well, when it's out we'll be wanting signed copies."
"Of course you will. You'll be getting a free book!" Gigi teased.
"A free book written by my favorite sister!"
"I'm your only sister."
"So you don't have very much competition." they all laughed as the phone rang. Rory walked over and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Rory?"
"Um, yeah, who's this."
"Well, you probably don't remember me, but it's Louise. From Chilton."
"Oh, of course I remember you, Louise. Why are you calling? And how did you get my number?"
"From your grandparents. I just wanted to know how you were doing."
"Oh, I'm doing fine. Great actually. How are you?"
"Better than I was."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I was just...being someone I didn't want to be, and then I thought of you, I don't even know why, and I wanted to be better."
"Oh...well, thanks."
"So, I was wondering if we could maybe get together sometime?"
"Oh, okay."
"So, why don't we meet at that great little coffee place near Chilton."
"Okay, I have to go into Hartford for work anyways. What time?"
"Is 2:30 alright?"
"2:30 is great. I will see you then, Louise. Bye."
"Bye." She hung up the phone and turned around.
"Wasn't Louise one of Paris' sidekicks?" Dean asked.
"Yes."
"The one who hit on me?"
"Yes again."
"When was the last time you saw her?"
"At least 20 years ago."
