Author's Note: Here, this is a very short chapter. I realize that Emily and Richard were a tad passive in the last chapter, so get ready for super-old-people explosions in this one. ;)

LOS CHAPITROS QUATROS

"Gah." Rory huffed for the thousandth time.

"Okay, Ace, I get it, you want to murder my father."

"Gah."

"I think I may have a lighter somewhere here, you want to go back and burn him slowly?"

"GAH!"

"Maybe you can saw off his limbs with a butter knife?"

"GAH!"

"We can bury him alive in the garden, if you really want to torture him."

"GAH!"

"If you say 'gah' one more time, you're not getting any coffee tomorrow."

"Ga- Fine, evil one. Urgh." She said with a triumphant smile.

"I'm glad. I'm going to ask again, and this time, I do not want to here a 'gah' or and 'urgh'. What do you think of their reaction?"

"I hate them all. Except for Granddad. He was at least a bit happy. Did Shira really have to be so fake? And Mitchum.. Oh ho, don't you even get me started on Mitchum."

"I won't."

"Good."

She reached forward to turn the radio on just as Logan drove over a small bump. Her hand swung up and hit the clock display, her ring leaving a fairly large scratch on it.

"Oops." She said sheepishly. "There goes another clock."

Logan just stared at her, mouth open and eyebrows raised.

Back at the Gilmore mansion, things were a bit more… uncomfortable.

"So…" Emily ventured after the young couple had left. "They're getting married."

"I suppose so." Mitchum answered gruffly. "It really was unavoidable. I just thought Logan would come to his senses before this."

"Excuse me?" Richard finally spoke, his face becoming red. "I put up with your snide pokes at my granddaughter all of the evening for her sake, because I know that she hates fuss. But don't think they went unnoticed. They didn't. I noticed every single one, and I do not think that they were appropriate at all."

"I was simply stating the truth. Logan can not marry the girl, he absolutely can not. She isn't what his wife should be. She has places to go, and he can't let her go those places."

"They seem to have been doing fine for the past little while. They're in love, Mitchum, they love each other. They will get married if they want to."

"Logan doesn't have time for love. He needs an heir, not a wife."

"Of course, I forgot - you are the perfect example of someone who took a wife only for procreation."

"You will not talk about my wife like that!"

The fight continued, both men growing redder and redder by the second. Shira and Emily, eyes filled with worry and awe, had slinked to the sitting room unnoticed, where they sat quietly, both too afraid to interrupt the argument.

"Will you take care of the planning?" Shira asked timidly. She had been wary of Emily since their 'conversation' at the event Rory had planned in her brief time off Yale.

"Yes, I suppose I will. Would you like to help?" Emily asked, her voice dripping with fake politeness.

"I should like that. It is my son's wedding, after all."

They fell once more into an awkward silence, only the muffled yelling of their husbands filling the cold room.