I smile at Lane indulgently as she stares at me blankly. "You're going to live with Finn?"

I nod. "I'm going to live with Finn. We're going to move in slowly over the next couple of months, and make it official at the end of April."

"You haven't even been together for an entire year."

"We're in love. Not to mention the fact that the house is beautiful. Realistically, we're doing this because it'll be easier on Paris and the guys if we don't live with them anymore."

Lane's eyes go wide. "Why is it that every time I talk to you I somehow end up being reminded of the fact that you're sleeping with him?"

I laugh a bit. "Your boyfriend says it's because we're worse than rabbits. He seems to think we can't control ourselves. We're really not that bad, but he has massively bad timing."

She groans. "You know; if it wasn't for the two of you I wouldn't feel like I should be sleeping with him."

I meet her eyes. "Lane, he does understand why you're not." I pause, and notice that she's still not convinced. "I'm not kidding." I tell her. "He knows how important it is to you, and he would never ask you to compromise your beliefs. Don't consider it just because of his comments about Finn and I."

"I know, I just…I worry that I'm not enough." She admits.

I wrap an arm around her shoulders and turn her to look at where the guys are sitting. "You don't need to worry, you know. Out of all of them, you picked the most patient one. Colin is in love with you. He's made it perfectly clear that that's more important than sex."

She nods slowly. "I can't help it, I find it hard to accept that he's been so patient."

I bite my lip. "I'm not the one you should be having this conversation with." I remind her.

"I've had this conversation with him. He sounds exactly like you." she leans her head on my shoulder. "I don't know why I'm being so paranoid about this." She suddenly pulls back. "Did you just say he's in love with me?"

I feel my eyes go a bit wider. "He's never told you that? You've been dating for nearly as long as Finn and I!"

"No we haven't. I didn't even meet him until after the two of you started dating. We weren't together until near the end of September."

I stare at her blankly. "You weren't?" I glance quickly at the guys, and then back at Lane. "We all thought that –

"He didn't even kiss me until October." She cuts me off.

"You were inseparable the entire summer."

She shrugs. "We enjoyed talking. Still do, I suppose. We don't get to spend much time together anymore what with you all being in classes, but I still see him three or four times a week."

"Huh." I shake my head. "And he hasn't told you he loves you?"

"I haven't said it either. Why, did he say something to you?"

"No." I offer. "I just figured it was obvious. He would move the world if he thought it would make you happy."

"That would probably throw off the space-time continuum." She points out.

"Lane, you're missing the point."

"I don't think I am."

"You don't think you're what doll?" Finn's voice asks from between us.

I smile at his innocent-looking eyes. "She doesn't think she's missing the point. What did you do?"

"Why is that always the first thing you ask me?" he meets my eyes.

"Firstly, you've been side-stepping the question all afternoon. Secondly, your eyes are twinkling. They only do that when you've done something you weren't supposed to."

"I wouldn't say I wasn't supposed to, but rather that I was not explicitly told I couldn't."

I narrow my eyes at him, and then glance at Lane. "Talk to Colin. Extensively." I tell her.

She sighs. "I will, just…not this weekend. It's Lorelai's weekend."

"Good." I look back at Finn. "What did you do?"

"Nothing that can be changed now so you should just pretend you knew about it all along." He nods in the direction of the door as a tall man in a suit enters the room and approaches us.

"Mr. Finley?"

"Just a moment." Finn says, and then turns to Lane. "If you'll excuse us." He offers me a hand, and leads me out into the hallway.

"Finn, we're in the middle of the rehearsal dinner. My mom will kill us if we take off."

"We're not precisely taking off love." He offers. "We're just outside the room handling some business." He glances at the man. "Mr. Jameson, I presume?"

"It's nice to finally meet you in person." Mr. Jameson takes Finn's hand, and nods at me. "You must be Rory."

I nod. "Finn, what's going on?"

"Right, well, you know how your mother was talking about working with Luke to restore his parents' cottage out by the lake not far from here?"

"She'll kill you if you had that done for her."

"I'm aware." He deadpans. "I'm not suicidal love, I'm helpful. I thought they might like a nice place to stay while they work on it, particularly given how fond Lorelai is of camping."

"You say 'fond' as though she doesn't like it." I comment lightly. "That doesn't help me understand what's going on."

"Mr. Jameson here deals in custom designed recreational vehicles."

"You bought my mother an RV?" I ask incredulously.

"It's a bit more complex than that." Mr. Jameson offers, handing me a piece of paper out of his folder.

I read through it quickly. "Finn, this is a portable house. How are they going to drive this around?"

"They won't be." Mr. Jameson explains. "All they need to do is call the service, and the domicile will be set up at the location of their choosing for as long as they need it. It can then be moved at any time depending on where they would like to vacation. We will of course need at least six hours notice to arrive ahead of them, but essentially, yes, it is a portable house."

I meet Finn's eyes. "Luke is going to kill you." He winces. "Luke knows?"

"I may have mentioned in passing that I was thinking a movable shelter of some kind would be useful for them if they wanted to fix up the cottage."

"Does he know you bought them a portable house?"

"Not precisely, no. That's why I wanted to make sure you knew about it beforehand so that you could calm them down and make them understand how brilliantly useful it will be. Love, they won't even have to grocery shop!"

I groan. "Discuss these things with me first in the future, okay? Don't just buy them houses."

He smiles widely, and touches his lips to mine. "Yes dear."