When I step into the kitchen my mother hands me a take-out cup of coffee. "Luke's?"

At her nod, I take a sip. "I went to see him this morning. Brought it back knowing you would need caffeine before I managed to get the pot going."

"Thanks." I mumble, taking a seat carefully.

"I'd apologize for blowing a gasket now, but I think I'd rather do it when you're coherent enough to understand me."

I turn to stare at her as she flips the switch on the coffee maker. "I'm sorry, what?" I ask quickly, taking another gulp of coffee.

She sits next to me. "I had a talk with Luke this morning."

"And he taught you how to teleport me into the Twilight Zone?"

"You could say that."

"I could say a lot of things mom. What happened to 'bimbo on rich boy's arm', or whatever it was?"

I feel my eyes widen at her wince. "You remember that?"

"I was drunk mom, not deaf."

She nods. "Yeah. I over-reacted a bit, or a lot. You grew up kiddo. Sometimes I forget that, but I'm working on it. I will more than likely backslide occasionally, but I'll get it done."

"And this epiphany came by talking to Luke before the sun came up?"

"Yup."

I hear my cell ringing in my room and wince. "Remind me to thank him." I say, walking into my room and answering it. "Twilight Zone are you prepared?"

"And good morning to you too Rory."

I sit down on my bed abruptly. "How did you get this number?"

"I have my ways."

"Stupid Grandma."

"You really are a good reporter."

"What is it that you want Logan?"

"The house I dropped you at last night? Are you still there?"

"Where else would I be, except possibly Luke's, Lane's or the Dragonfly."

"Believe it or not, that's a pretty long list seeing as how I don't know where any of those places are."

"That doesn't surprise me Huntzberger." I recover my composure a bit and move into the kitchen to pour myself another cup of coffee.

"Does the fact that I'm standing at your front door surprise you?"

I quickly put down the coffee mug and move through the house, ignoring my mother's stares. "What do you mean you're at my front door?" I ask sharply, and end the call when I hear the doorbell ring. I fling open the door. "What are you doing here?"

He grins, and places his phone in his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. "Dropping off your car."

"Where did you get my car keys?"

"Your grandparents were very impressed by the fact that I dropped you off last night. When I stopped by with Finn to pick up my car, I offered to swing by with yours."

I cross my arms. "And your car?"

"I sent it back to Yale with Finn. You're my ride."

"I'm staying here until tomorrow."

"I can live with that. I still have to find…I believe you mentioned Luke's, Lane's, and the Dragonfly?"

"Arrogant shit."

I glare at him as he puts an arm around my shoulders. "I'm sure you say that to all the guys Ace." He glances up. "You must be Lorelai."

I look over at my mom, and am surprised to see a sparkle in her eyes. "I am. Who are you?"

"I'm Logan, and according to today's society pages, I'm Rory's boyfriend."

"Society pages?" I ask carefully before my mother can comment.

"Stock-guy complained to his friends. My father may have been standing nearby."

I groan. "I'm never going to hear the end of this from my grandparents, am I?"

"Baby, tell mommy what you did." My mom is smiling.

"He did it." I clip.

"Come on Ace, you know you enjoyed it."

"He saved me from some stock-investing type at the party by pretending to be my late boyfriend."

"You neglected to mention that particular tidbit last night."

"I neglected to mention a lot of tidbits last night." I shoot back.

She keeps grinning, and begins to laugh when Logan speaks again. "Are you keeping me from your mother dear?"

"Are you planning on leaving anytime soon?"

I look up at him and sigh at his lifted eyebrows. "You're my ride Rory. I can't go until you go."

"You should give him a tour." My mom cuts in.

"No I shouldn't."

"Sure you should. Patty and Babette are already pretending to tend to Babette's roses sweets. You might as well get it over with."

"I'll get changed."

"You don't have to change on my behalf Ace, I think the Hello Kitty pants are cute."

I push his arm off me. "I'm not going out to face the wolves in pyjamas Logan. Deal with the trauma."

He grins, and then tilts his head towards my mom. "Wait a minute, did you just say your neighbours are tending roses? It's November."

I hurry into my room as my mother begins an abbreviated explanation of the Stars Hollow gossip cycles, and grab an old pair of jeans and sweater. I sigh when I remember why they're still in Stars Hollow. They've been too small for me for years. "No time to run out to the car now." I mutter darkly and step out into the kitchen where they've drifted.

I notice his eyes widen. "I take it back. This outfit is much better than the Hello Kitty pants and tank top."

I smile at him a bit and turn to my mother. "Are you joining us mom?"

"Are you kidding? This is the first time in months the gossip is about something other than Luke and I. I'm going to the diner to observe the chaos and warn him."

"Traitor."

She grins, and gets up. "Give me five minutes before emerging."

"And she's out the door." I comment dryly. "Did she at least remember to offer you coffee?"

"I already had some, thanks, but I wouldn't mind some juice."

I snort, and cross to the fridge, beckoning him to join me. When he's close enough, I fling it open to reveal a take-out container from Al's. "Lesson number one in the Gilmore Girl handbook. The only thing we provide for ourselves is coffee. Everything else can be found at Luke's."

"Are you actually telling me that the only thing you have to eat in this house is old take-out and coffee?"

I look up at him and pat his cheek. "If you're really desperate I could probably scrounge up some old ho-hos from the couch cracks."