As we walk to Jackson's shop, I glance at Logan carefully. "Why are you worried about me hearing this story?"

"Because it's ridiculous." He offers. "I mean, really, who cares how we met?"

I bite my lip. "I wouldn't mind knowing. You guys are all so close."

He stops, and turns to look at me. "You're a part of that now." He whispers.

I smile. "Come on, I'm sure there will be plenty of embarrassing things for you to hear about me today too."

"Not as many as there are about me." He mutters.

I shrug. "That will depend entirely on Paris." I offer, and wince. "And Lane, and Luke if she got him involved." I pause. "Then there's the fact that this whole thing is being held in my hometown, and we're bound to run into –

"Rory!" Taylor's voice calls out suddenly.

"Taylor eventually." I mutter darkly. "Well, you wanted stories about me." I turn to face him. "Yes Taylor?"

"Rory, as you know, the winter starlight festival is coming up soon –

"No Taylor." I clip. "I'm not going to be the angel."

"Angel?" Logan asks. "What angel?"

"The town angel." Taylor begins. "She bestows happiness and luck upon all the townsfolk during the holiday season."

"And I don't live here. Find an angel who does."

"The costume fits you!"

"Lulu is the same size as me!"

"No, she has larger breasts. The town angel should not look like a harlot Rory, you know that."

I feel Logan tense. "Yeah Rory." He offers. "The angel shouldn't be a harlot."

"See? Your gentleman friend agrees with me." Taylor gestures at him.

I glare up at him. "He shouldn't." I mutter darkly. "We have to go Taylor. I'm not going to be the angel. Go harass Lane."

I pull Logan sharply in the direction of Jackson's store. "She's too short!" Taylor protests, and grit my teeth as we step inside.

"Did you really have to encourage him?" I ask.

He grins. "Consider it payback for Miss Patty and Babette yesterday."

I sigh. "Fine. But now we're even right?"

"Sure." He pauses. "Until you hear Colin's story."

"What could possibly be worse than you hearing that you were present when my mother announced to my grandparents she was pregnant with me?"

He sighs, and pulls me into the market. "Hey guys." He calls out.

Colin and Steph approach us from the back room. "Hey Huntz." Colin grins.

"Do you really have to do this?"

"You're marrying her. She should know it all." Steph offers.

"But this? Of all the things you could have told her, you picked this?"

"Just be glad strawberries aren't in season." She smiles, and grabs my hand. "It was a warm spring day and we were all about five years old…"

I looked up at my mother in shock. "What do you mean the Huntzberger's are coming?"

"I was certain what I said was quite clear Stephanie."

"Why would you invite them? I thought the Rothschilds were coming."

"They are, but this is the only night that Shira and Mitchum are free. They'll be bringing Honor and Logan along as well."

"But they stole Anna!"

"Anna chose to work for them."

"Because they stole her!"

"Stephanie Anne Malone, we have discussed this extensively. The Huntzbergers did not steal your nanny."

"No, they didn't. Logan Huntzberger did." I crossed my arms.

She sighed. "Just be polite to him." She clipped. "The Rothschilds just arrived, Colin will be up shortly." She turned sharply out of the room.

I narrowed my eyes. "Of course I'll be nice mother. When pigs fly." I muttered, glancing up when Colin walked in.

"Hi Steph." He offered calmly. "You look pissed."

"You could say that. Did you know that the Huntzbergers are coming tonight?"

His eyes went wide. "They're not bringing Logan, right?"

"They are." I clipped. "And you're going to help me welcome him."

I hold up a hand. "You were five." I remind her. "You're telling me that you pranked him for stealing your nanny at five years old?"

"Tarred and feathered." She offers happily.

I turn to Colin. "You helped?"

"I was in charge of the feathers." He admits.

I glance at Logan. "You forgave them?"

"Once I found out why, I sort of understood. I was also able to explain that it wasn't my idea to get Anna as a nanny so much as my mother's. You see, Anna was, for lack of a better term, old."

"Old?" I glance at Steph, and then back at Logan. "You're telling me that your mother poached Steph's nanny because she didn't want your father sleeping with your nanny? That's why the first time you met she tar and feathered you?"

He nods calmly, and I collapse laughing. A few minutes later, I glance up. "What's this about strawberries?"

"Another time Ace." He cuts in quickly, and I take the envelope Steph offers me.

I rip it open, and lift an eyebrow. "How can that possibly be a good plan?" I mutter, looking at the napkin. "Or relevant in any way?"

"Al's Pancake House?" He asks over my shoulder.

I shrug. "This doesn't ring any major bells for me. How about you?"

"There was the one time in Mexico that Finn wanted pancakes for dinner."

"Al doesn't serve pancakes." I remind him.

"The fact that you have a pancake house that doesn't serve pancakes still baffles me."

I shrug. "You get used to it." I close my eyes. "You said you were in Mexico?"

"Yeah."

"I think it might be burrito night."

"You sound worried."

"Wouldn't you be? We're going to burrito night at a pancake house."