"Mmph." Rory said into the pillow that was covering her face.
"Come on, Ace… It's time to wake up." Logan told her, trying to pry it out of her fingers.
"Mmph! More sleep! It's your fault I didn't sleep last night!" Her voice sounded muffled.
Logan smirked. "My fault? Wait, who was the one that woke up at 3 in the morning and couldn't believe she was married, a confession that lead to no sleep until 4?"
"YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID NO!" Rory whacked him with a pillow.
Logan took the opportunity to pull the pillow away. "Rule number one of life: When a… Shall we say, eager girl wants something from you, the word 'no' doesn't exist." He told her with another smirk.
"Stupid." Rory rolled off of the bed and onto the floor with a thump.
"Good, now go get dressed. Come on, we have to go to breakfast. So is there anything you want to do today?"
"Biodome." Rory shouted from the bathroom, mouth full of toothpaste, "And I need clothing, mister-packing-for-vacations-is-boring."
"Ok, so shopping and then Biodome. But first, I have a present for you! Well, two actually."
"Logan, it's 10 in the morning. That isn't what I want to hear from you."
"I also have a coffee."
"Well, why didn't you say so earlier?" Rory asked, bouncing into the room. She grabbed the coffee and drank it quickly, not even noticing the bemused look on her husband's face. When she was finished, Logan kissed her and pulled two turquoise boxes from behind his back.
"Oooh, something from Tiffany! I love shiny things!" She untied the white ribbon that secured the first box, pulled the lid off, and slid the object out of its small pouch. A classic heart bracelet fell onto her hand. She picked it up and examined the heart shaped charm. On it the words 'Mrs. Rory Huntzberger – Ace, I love you' were engraved in miniscule letters. Rory smiled and put it on.
"I love you too." She told Logan, giving him a kiss. After a moment or two she pulled away and turned her attention to the other, larger box. After opening it, she saw it contained a stunning silver watch.
She stared at it. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" She asked finally.
Logan laughed. "I just want to see how long it takes you to break it."
"It is a sick joke. Well guess what? Just to spite you, I am NOT going to break it EVER." She stood up and dropped the box onto the bed. The watch, which she had forgotten to re-secure into the box, bounced out and landed on the floor. Broken.
Logan couldn't stop laughing through all of breakfast and most of the ride to the mall. They walked into the mall through the entrance nearest the room sized cage full of exotic birds. Definitely, Logan realized as Rory pulled him forcefully to the cage, Not a good place to bring a Gilmore girl. He paid for it dearly, having to listen to her imitate the birds for the next fifteen minutes.
They flitted from store to store, the pile of bags Rory made Logan carry growing bigger and bigger. Finally, after Rory spent literally hundreds of dollars at Farfelu, a sickeningly cute and bright novelty store ('Yes, Logan' She had told him, 'We really do need a set of martini glasses with cows hand painted on the front. Who doesn't? And yes, the bath bombs shaped like fruits are necessary. And don't even THINK about touching the hello kitty stuff!'), they left the mall and drove back to Montreal to go to the Biodome. After the birds, Logan was less then happy about this.
"Bonjour! Comment est-ce que je peux vous aidez?" The clerk at the desk asked.
"Deux billets, s'il vous plait." Logan responded in halting French. The clerk nodded, and Logan bought the tickets and walked Rory to the entrance of the Amazon room.
"What were you saying?" Rory asked. Her French was less then adequate.
"What do you think we were saying?"
"Um, you told her that I wasn't your wife and she asked you if you wanted to meet her later for a few drinks and you said yes and she said good, I will see you at eight?" Rory guessed.
Logan shook his head and rolled his eyes. "How could we have said all that in two lines?"
"Magic?"
"She asked me what I wanted, I said two tickets. I thought that was pretty obvious considering she gave me the tickets."
"Fine. Now shut up, there's supposed to be a Capybara here!"
"What the hell is a Capybara?"
"Imagine a hamster, but less fuzzy and the size of a large, fat dog."
"That sounds creepy."
"It is. Help me find it."
They found it after Logan had complained about freaks of nature, they moved on until they reached the giant fish tank full of large and some fairly disturbing fish.
"It's a dogfish!" Rory exclaimed, pointing to a hideous, pointy looking thing.
"It's another freak of nature!" Logan retorted with a fake-excited voice. "Honestly, Ace. First the Capywhatsa. Then the demonic monkeys. Then the hyperactive otter. Then the-"
Rory cut him off with a loud 'Shhh'. "I can't find that flat thingy." She said, pointing to the picture of it on the wall.
An employee, who saw them, walked over. "Est-ce que je peux vous aidez?"
"On ne peux pas trouver le poisson." Logan replied. The guide pointed to what looked like a flat rock.
"Le voila." He said. When he was out of earshot, and after Logan pointed it out to Rory, she asked once again what Logan had told the man.
"What do you think we said this time?" Logan asked.
"It could have been the same as the first. Or you could have sold me for a new cow and a pot of flour. Who knows?"
Author's Note: Yes, we are nearly at the end. Boohoohoohoohoo :P Well, thanks again to Bellanicky for the idea of montreal as a honeymoon spot, it worked out perfectly. The next chapter is in Montreal as well.
THIS IS IT, FOLKS: THE FINAL CHAPTER!