Disclaimer: Amy Sherman-Palladino claims ownership of Gilmore Girls. I just occasionally play.

A/N: I'm awful. I finally update and it's a silly little interlude. I swear to you I'm writing. But I've been busy. I got a big girl job and it takes up a lot of my time. Needing money is a silly concept and I can't wait until the day our currency is bottle caps. I will be the richest woman! In other news, let's read a quick little interlude about my favorite meal: Brinner (breakfast for dinner). As always, dedicated to my too patient beta cutiepiegirl.

"Stop it!" Rory slapped Finn's hand as it hovered above her plate. He pulled it back quickly with a scandalized look. "My bacon."

"Our bacon," he corrected.

"It's not communal bacon."

"I'd like to think that we've grown as friends these past couple days. We're closer, sharing feelings and thoughts. And food."

"I told you to get your own bacon. But you said that you'd be good without it."

"Yes, love, you are the Cassandra of breakfast food. May I please have a piece?"

"No."

"Half a piece?"

"No."

"Tiny bite?"

Rory laughed. "Nope."

"A smidgen? You won't even miss a smidgen." Finn batted his eyelashes at her. When she didn't reply right away, he grinned triumphantly. "You're faltering," he crowed. "Gimme!"

"You're mistaken, sir, I have an iron will."

"And an iron heart," he grumbled.

"And to think I was softening up a bit."

"You're an evil woman." Finn grinned widely. "E-e-e-e-vil woooooman," he sang.

Rory rolled her eyes at him. "Embarrassing me in public won't get you bacon."

"But it'll make me feel better."

"When the people in white coats take you away, I'll be sure to tell Logan that you went out grinning."

"This is Utah, darling, and you're drinking coffee – if they're taking anyone away, it's you." He smirked at her. "Next thing you know I'll be gossiping with you and having premarital sex. I won't have you lure me to sin with your caffeine temptations."

"Says the guy who bought a six pack of Polygamy Porter at the last gas station we stopped at."

"Purely scientific research."

"And chugging one in the parking lot?"

"Testing a theory."

"Is the theory that you're insane?"

"Incorrect, the theory is how far I can take this until you relent and give me a piece of bacon."

"Point: You have put a lot of thought and effort into this, whereas it would simply be easier to order bacon from the waitress who not only keeps looking over here but slipped you her number on a napkin."

"Counterpoint: Simply ordering bacon defeats the purpose of what I will henceforth refer to as 'Victory Bacon.'"

"Counter-counter point: I grew up with Lorelai Gilmore. Unless your next move is Abu Graib, this is small fish compared to what I've lived through." She leaned back, victorious, and took a big bite of bacon to drive her point home.

Finn winked at her. "Never give up, never surrender!" he bellowed, surprising the table next to them.

Rory merely rolled her eyes back at him, slapping his hand away again when he tried to snag a piece. "Stephanie was right, you do get loopy."

"I'm cuckoo for Coco Puffs, darling," he drawled.

"How you managed to make that sound dirty, I'll never know. I'll never look at Coco Puffs the same."

"Have I ruined breakfast foods for you? Do they seem all... tawdry now?"

"Keep dreaming, John Lennon."

"See, I understood that reference. You're slipping, Miss Gilmore."

"Perhaps it has to do with my dinner companion hounding me for my bacon like a rather annoying dog?"

"Testy."

"You could call it that."

"Cankerous. Quarrelsome. Petulant. Captious."

"Someone read the thesaurus."

"Someone's condescending."

Rory raised an eyebrow, then, quickly stuffed a piece of bacon in her mouth with a defiant look on her face. "What now?" she muttered with a full mouth.

Finn laughed. "You really don't give up."

"Never give up, never surrender," she shot back, using the same mocking tone he had used with her.

"Using my own lines back at me? Tsk tsk, darling, hoarding that delicious goodness must be more stressful than you are letting on. You're slipping."

"Or maybe I'm lulling you into a false sense of security so you think I'm slipping."

"I think you aren't hungry anymore and your pride won't let you give up the bacon. That silly selfish streak you have is impeding both of our happiness."

Rory smiled and picked up the last piece of bacon and slowly started chewing it until it was gone while Finn sat there mouth agape.

"I can't believe you just did that!"

"I can't believe you challenged me."

"All hail Rory Gilmore, Queen of Bacon."

"That has a nice ring to it."

"I'll make you a crown of all the forks I've stolen from all the shitty diners we've stopped at."

Rory gasped. "Finn! Have you seriously been stealing forks?"

"Too lame? I've never set my sights high." He smirked at her.

"Does this mean the Bacon War is over now that I've been crowned Queen of Bacon?"

Finn sighed dramatically. "I suppose. I regretfully announce my defeat to the more worthy opponent. I humbly bow out of the race. You put up a hell of a fight, Gilmore."

"You were a suitable advisory, but I was just better." She shrugged. "I was taught never to lose."

Finn laughed and threw a tip on the table. "We pay up front." He stood up and offered his hand to help her up as well. "Ready to continue for the night?"

"Are you driving?"

"Your chariot awaits m'lady."