OTHlover04: Thanks. Glad you like it.

No.13dreamer: I just had to do it … I mean, come on. The Power of Myth. I'm glad you like the camping. I figure a little family outing is just what they all need.

Gilmore 93: Oh, munchkins. Seriously, I love them way too much. I've had dreams about having multiple munchkin children. I'm really glad that you liked the chapter. It makes me happy.

waitingtuesday: It's so funny that you had a walk today for diabetes, because a few days ago I had a walk for breast cancer. I'm extremely sorry about your cousin, but now Kennedy Anne and I pray for your cousin at church.

And my English teachers are crazy. There was Mrs. Kaminski who was pregnant during our class and extremely hormonal. She would yell when we made noise during writing periods. One day Jeff started coughing and she got so mad she mad him go outside until he could 'control himself'. It was pretty great. Ms. Faherty was just crazy. She was a hippie. Enough said. Mr. Pedersen (more affectionately known as Pede) was just crazy. He got so into our lessons. They were extremely interactive and really hard.

My math teachers were really the best though. Mrs. Losch wore her dress backwards one day (with the zipper in the front and everything) and told us that it was 'dark in her room in the morning'. Sad thing was we were her eighth period class and no one else had said anything. There was Mr. Campatelli who would be standing their and be doing calf raises while he talked. He would be lecturing us and go up on his toes, and back down, and back up over and over again. He came in the first day, stood up in the front of the room, puts both of his arms out to the sides, and said, 'I am a seesaw. My head is the fulcrum. (picks up two pieces of chalk, one in each hand, and puts his arms back out) The chalk balances. (picks up an eraser in one hand and puts arms back out) But what does the eraser weigh?' He was pretty crazy.

My friends Katie and Angela have pretty regular names. Sharon and Kelsey aren't common, but aren't that weird either. Regardless I love them all. And please, please, please keep up the obnoxiously long reviews because then I can write back obnoxiously long comments. Seriously, I loved your review.

orangesherbert7: I'm extremely glad you gave my story a chance. I writ down story ideas before I decide to go with one and truthfully the first time I thought of this one I basically decided it would be a really bad idea. But then once I gave it a try the story details turned out good. I'm glad you like it.

ProFfeSseR: I'm glad you like the camping and Lorelai and Rory talking. Thank you for reviewing. I update spastically. These last few chapters just came to me really fast and I had to write them.

A-Karana: Lorelai and nature … I know. There is going to be more, because let's face it … there has to be. Sorry about the spastic updating. It throws some people off. It was really fast these last few chapters because they came to me easily. But their was a big gap before them because I had some family stuff that took a while. I'll try to be more regular.

J.Stone: (eats another crunchy Chinese noodle and piece of fortune cookie) Hey, ji-dan is egg in Chinese. Hmm, I know. Rory drives Piper and herself back home with Power of Myth, leaving Luke and Lorelai stranded. What will they do? Just kidding … maybe. I love almond joys!

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A/N: Your reviews are amazing. Xiang-jiao is banana in Chinese. Does anyone else get ten fortune cookies when they order Chinese food?

Luke woke up the next morning to the wonderful smell of a type of food he couldn't quite place. But before he had time to wonder any longer he felt Lorelai jump up and down on top of him again and realized that she was what must have woken him up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Luke asked while sitting up.

Lorelai climbed off of him and Luke saw that she was wearing a white tank top and the flannel pajama pants for women she had insisted on buying the one time she had gone shopping at a camping store with him.

"Well, I've been trying to get you up for ten minutes. Sure, I admit the first few minutes I tried to do it subtly. Fake coughing fits and accidentally moving around a lot while I was asleep. But then my stomach just got really mad and whiny and I had to jump on you to get you up."

"Your stomach started whining?"

"Yes. Now, I know I tired you out last night, but I'm hungry. So, you're going to have to use the small amount of energy you have left to come downstairs with me."

Luke just rolled his eyes, got out of bed, and put on a pair of sweatpants. On their way down stairs they could already hear Rory and Piper in the kitchen.

They entered the kitchen and the first thing they saw was Piper in her pajamas, hair up, and apron on holding a steaming pan with a towel over the handle. She was standing by the counter and Rory was sitting on the opposite side on a stool. Piper started picking up strips of bacon out of the pan with a pair of tongs and setting them on Rory's dish.

"Me next, me next!" Lorelai bounced over to the counter. "I love bacon, too." Lorelai gave Piper a pout and sat down on one of the counter stools.

Piper gave her mom a smile, went over to the stove, put down the pan she was holding, and got her mom a dish out of the cupboard overhead. "Mom, what do you want; pancakes, there's blueberry, strawberry, and regular, bacon, French toast, hash browns, or scrambled eggs."

"Everything!"

"Okay."

Luke rolled his eyes and came to sit down next to Lorelai. "And what am I going to eat? I don't doubt that those eggs are smothered in butter and salt."

"Well these eggs are, but the ones on that plate," Piper pointed to a plate of food across the counter from Lorelai, "have no butter or salt. And there's blueberries and strawberries on the side and a bowl of plain oatmeal. Bon appetite."

Luke could only smile and accept the food his fiancée was handing him. He was shocked that his daughter had noticed his eating habits so early and had already starting catering to them.

"Mom," Rory started, "could you tell Piper that we're not going outdoors."

"What?"

"Well, Piper thinks that because we're out here we should do outdoor … stuff. I told her we wouldn't want to, but she's convinced that we are going to do it and have fun."

Piper jumped in, "Shouldn't we all do some stuff together."

"Yes," Lorelai told the girls, "but Piper, I'm not sure we should go outdoors to do bonding activities. We could watch movies."

"Lorelai," now it was Luke's turn to talk. "We came all the way out here. We could watch movies at home."

"Yeah, Luke and I wanna bond outdoors. We could fish ore hike or …" but Piper couldn't go farther before Rory was interrupting her.

"Listen," Luke interrupted before Rory and Piper started fighting "you're mom and I are gonna talk upstairs. You two behave and eat your breakfast's."

Luke and Lorelai walked out of the kitchen and Rory turned to Piper, "So, back to our earlier discussion?"

Piper filled a plate with food and sat across from Rory. "Okay."

"So, you're saying you wouldn't have believed me for even a second."

"No. Munchkins are short, colorfully dressed people who live in Munchkin Land and randomly break out into musical numbers. Oompa loompas are short, colorful people who live in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory and also randomly break out into musical numbers."

"Okay."

"You told mom you saw a munchkin. Munchkins only live in Munchkin Land and since I'm pretty positive that we're not currently in Munchkin Land I wouldn't have believed you. Same goes for oompa loompas. We're definitely not in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.

"But if I had said midget?"

"Then I might have believed you."

"Hmm." Both girls continued to eat in comfortable silence.

Meanwhile Luke had lead Lorelai upstairs to their bedroom and she sat on the king sized bed she had made sure that they would have before she agreed to come out to Luke's cabin.

"Lorelai, we need to decide how to handle this."

"Okay, tell me what you think we need to handle."

"Well, for starters can't you and Rory do something nature oriented," Lorelai tried to interrupt, but Luke continued, "You two could just go swimming."

"We tried that yesterday." Lorelai raised her eye brows suggestively at Luke.

He blushed, but continued, "We could go at a different spot. You, Piper, Rory, and me could just go for a short swim. You two might even like it. Maybe we could go out for a picnic by the lake. You two can just eat, swim, and then leave."

"Okay. Rory and I can do some stuff outside. The swimming and picnic don't sound bad. But I'm not gonna force her or myself to do anything we really don't want to."

"Of coarse not. And you know I would never make you." Lorelai nodded her head in agreement. "But now we have to talk about what we're going to do about those two."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Piper likes a lot of the things I do; sports, cooking, and nature. And Rory is an almost exact replica of you. And I love them both for it. But down there it was me and Piper against you and Rory."

"I noticed that. We can't chose sides like that. We have to stay neutral and talk about things together without those two."

"Okay, so today what do you wanna do?"

"I wanna watch a movie, but before you say anything the forecast and the gray clouds outside say that it's going to rain."

"You talk to clouds?"

Lorelai simply frowned and continued, "Do you really wanna be outside in the rain?"

"No. Okay, but all four of us have to agree on the movie."

"Okay, but we all have to stay in our pajamas."

"What kind of rule is that?"

"A good one."

"Fine, but get ready for an hour of deciding on what movie to watch."

Luke and Lorelai returned downstairs, told the girls their plans, finished their breakfasts, and started playfully arguing over which movie they should watch.

A/N: More camping and the great outdoors to come. Promise.