"Coffee, Coffee, Coffee" each time Lorelai repeated the word the urgency grew. "Luke" she yelled at last. This was the Gilmore house, how on earth was there no coffee? The only way that this could be worse would be 1. Being out of pop tarts or 2. Contracting come strange painful monkey disease
Luke came in the back door with a bag of muffins from his dinner in his left hand. He plopped the bag on the table before looking at her with a look that could be considered a smile. "Morning" Lorelai could never understand how the man could be so awake and coherent in the mornings. 'He wasn't human' was always the same conclusion.
"Luke Danes, Where on earth is out coffee" was what he was greeted with as he walked in. Ever cupboard was opened including the one under the kitchen sink. The only thing in that cupboard was some old cheetos and some expired cleaners. Luke shook his head before walking to one of the open doors and pulled out a box of raison bran. He reached into the box and pulled out a bag of coffee. He had known that the healthy cereal would be the only place she wouldn't look.