His blonde hair and her blue eyes
"Mom, stop it!
"What? What am I doing?"
"Ogling them. Like they're a couple of prized, pedigreed dogs you're looking to buy for the value of their mating prospects. 'Their offspring will fetch a very good price, madam, what with a genuine blue-blooded bitch and stud like that,'" Lorelai mimicked in a faux British accent.
"Really, Lorelai, do you have to be so crass as to compare your daughter and Logan to…dogs! I'm not even all that fond of dogs," Emily huffed. "Your head must have gone soft with that disgusting Jello you've been consuming all day."
"Okay, okay. Then I bet you're planning a massive garden wedding at the Vineyard with a soft-cream-and-pink-blush color motif with the most adorable spring-themed table settings courtesy of that ridiculously stiff-lipped event planner of yours who had sagely suggested that I turn my wedding reception into a scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Oh look, there she is, walking down the rose-bedecked green, Rory Gilmore soon-to-be-Huntzberger, looking positively radiant and uncannily like Audrey Hepburn in her tulle and lace and silk regalia. While waiting at the opposite end, the dashing groom, wearing a--" Lorelai, running out of breath, was thankfully interrupted by Emily.
"Ridiculous? You were being ridiculous! And stubborn. How someone already married could be so opposed to a wedding is beyond me."
"He was wearing a bow tie, if I'm not mistaken. Ridiculous. I could have been more easily bowled over by the Fab Five. But no, I'm not taking the bait, you are not turning this into a 'how are you and Christopher' moment, Mom."
"Actually Lorelai, I was thinking of a wedding at the Dragonfly," Emily murmured, switching gears as easily as could her daughter. "I think that would suit her so much better." Emily closed her eyes, feeling tired herself but refusing to succumb to sleep just yet.
Lorelai looked surreptitiously at the couple dozing across from them. Her head was slumped against his chest, his arm subconsciously keeping her from sliding all the way to the linoleum.
As she blew into her coffee, she tried to ignore the pang she felt at seeing her daughter so…settled in sleep under Logan's arm.
"They would have pretty children, I'll give you that," she whispered, and Emily snorted smugly beside her.