"Rory! Rory!" Lorelai called, beating her fist on the door. Finally, the door swung inward. Logan stood there.
"Lorelai, hey!" He smiled. This was getting to be a bit ridiculous.
"No seriously, does my daughter live here?" Logan looked confused.
"Yeah."
"Never mind Logan, where is she?" Lorelai tried to calm down a bit.
"She's in the shower I think. Come on in."
"Thanks." Lorelai walked in, taking her jacket off as she did so. She glanced around the apartment, noting the absence of Rory's roommate. "So where's Paris this morning?"
"Bungee jumping with the president of some huge company I would assume."
"Close, she's sky diving with her pastor," Lorelai said as she read from a schedule set up on an easel in the living room. Logan shook his head. Lorelai's stomach gave a loud grumble.
"Can I get you something to eat?" Logan asked her as he strode to the kitchen to get coffee.
"Is there anything in the fridge except bottled water and coffee beans?" Lorelai raised an eyebrow. Logan opened the refrigerator and looked in, pulling out drawers looking for something.
"Wow. How did you know that?" He laughed as he shut the fridge.
"She's my daughter." Lorelai sighed and began to pat her hands on her thighs. A cough broke the silence.
"So you didn't eat breakfast this morning?" Lorelai shook her head. "It's the most important meal of the day, you know."
"Well if you think Rory's fridge is bare then you should see mine. And I normally eat at the diner but well…" she trailed off.
"Ah trouble at home?"
"Well, you know that Rory's father and I broke up." Logan nodded. "And I decided that after two weeks I was ready to date."
"Uh oh."
"Yeah uh oh's right. I kind of went out with Luke."
"Luke is…"
"The diner guy."
"Right."
"And the diner is where I eat pretty much every meal."
"So what, now that the two of you are sleeping together he won't let you kill yourself with all that red meat and doughnuts?"
"Excuse me, I never said we were sleeping together! And no. The date just didn't go too well. It was more friendly than anything."
"And you told him."
"Exactly."
"Hence the no breakfast."
"Bingo." There was silence for a while as Lorelai thought. "And the thing is I don't know why I won't just date Luke." The coffee mug clinked as Logan set it down on the counter. "I mean he's a great guy. He's nice, great with Rory, and he could keep me on coffee for as long as I live." Her dark hair swung back and forth as she shook her head. "Geez in the perfect situation…"
"You let love down the drain."
"A Wheezer boy, I like it."
"Mom?" Rory walked into the room, her hair still damp from the shower. She rushed to her mother and threw her arms around her. "What are you doing here?" She drew back and looked from her mother to Logan and back again.
"I'll just be going. Bye Ace." Logan kissed Rory on the cheek and then gracefully exited.
"I like that boy."
"Thanks, I guess. So what are you doing here? You haven't been talking with Logan again have you?"
"Well…"
"Mom!"
"Well you never answer the door."
"So you just go spilling your guts to whoever answers my door?"
"Pretty much."
"So if let's say Tom Cruise answered my door would you two just jump on my couch as you shared your feelings with each other."
"What would Tom Cruise be doing in your apartment?"
"He and Paris are discussing how best to convert the world to Scientology."
"Paris is into Scientology?"
"So not the point mom!"
"Ok, no. But I needed to talk to someone about my date with Luke."
"Wait." Rory led her mother to the couch and then sat on the chair opposite her. "Ok the doctor is in."
"Not funny, but I'll humor you." The couch let out a groan as Lorelai readjusted herself so that she was reclining across the couch.
"So did the date go well?"
"Not exactly."
"Bad?"
"Kind of."
"How bad is kind of?"
"Well we can't eat at Luke's anymore."
"Well you can't."
"Hey hey disobedience to me is disobedience to Him!" Lorelai pointed upwards.
"Do you really think this is time to pull out your Children of the Corn material? I mean I am the one giving you therapy right now. But if you keep that up I'll just tell you that you're a crazy woman and prescribe you two weeks in the loony bin?"
"Sorry doctor."
"It's ok. So what really happened?"
"The date was fine, but…" Lorelai's words became candid. "I just didn't get that butterfly feeling when he came to my door. And when he took my hand my heart didn't jump into my stomach. And the whole night it just felt like I was out with a friend."
"Is that what you told him?"
"Well I tried to, but everything came out wrong."
"Wrong?"
"I quoted a Fray song."
"Not Little House."
"No, Vienna."
"Vienna? I don't really see how… oh you're already gone."
"Ok we've known each other way too much."
"So did he get it?"
"Well of course not, sane people do not understand us." Rory nodded in agreement. "So then I tried something else. I told him bluntly that we shouldn't see each other anymore. And he didn't give me any reaction, so I was kind of pissed off so I told him I could have done a puppet show." Rory began to shake her head. "And then I just left."
"Wow."
"Well what do you think?" Lorelai sat up.
"I think…"
"I think is not a complete sentence."
"Well I'm thinking." The apartment was silent. Rory folded her hands and rested her chin on them.
"I'm sorry, do you need Jeopardy music or something?"
"I think we need to find a new place with good pancakes."
"That's what I was afraid of." Another grumble issued from Lorelai's stomach.
"So you didn't have breakfast?"
"I quoted the Fray," Lorelai used as an explanation. Rory nodded.
"Well I haven't had breakfast either."
"Yeah I saw your refrigerator, you really need to work on that."
"Hey, I've seen your fridge. It's not any better. And it's worse for you because you're the mom. You're supposed to be a role model for your young, impressionable daughter."
"Touché." The two of them leaned back and crossed their arms. Rory's stomach began to growl, joining Lorelai's in a starving duet.
"We should probably get something to eat."
"Yeah," Lorelai replied without feeling. Rory began to stand up, but her mother was still stationary.
"Why aren't you getting up?"
"Well I'm in a pancake mood."
"So?"
"So we can't go to Luke's."
"So, Luke's isn't the only place that makes pancakes."
"It's not?" Lorelai feigned surprise.
"No Luke does not own a monopoly on the pancakes."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Well then lead the way." Lorelai jumped up, throwing her coat on. Rory grabbed her purse and opened the door. "So how much do I owe you for the session?" Lorelai asked her.
"How about you pay for breakfast and we'll call it even."
"Deal."