It was Friday night dinner, and Richard was missing so it was just the Gilmore Girls. "Where did you say Dad was?" Lorelai broke the silence that everyone fell into when the food came.
"Away on business," Emily said, not looking up from her plate.
"Location's top-secret?" She questioned her mom's vagueness.
"No, Germany." She looks up at her daughter, who seems to be in need of some attention.
"Is Dad's firm insuring Nazis?" She looks over at Anna, knowing she would appreciate the joke. She smiled at her mother.
"Your father doesn't know any Nazis." Emily shook her head. This made Anne let out a few chuckles. Her grandma was intelligent, so she knew that she got the joke. Emily knew that the best way to shut someone down wasn't always a witty comment back, sometimes it was to make it seem like you were clueless. It completely throws the other person off and makes them look like an idiot, especially, if the joke was inappropriate.
"I know, Mom. I was just…." Lorelai sighs, not knowing how to say she was joking about Nazi.
"What?" She looked over at her granddaughters to see if they knew what was going on.
"Joking, she was joking," Rory told her.
"Hard to tell," Emily sips her wine.
"Yeah, well." Lorelai shrugs.
"It happens when you joke too much, mom," Anna repeated what her biology teacher told her when she explained that she was late because a deer hit her car. The teacher didn't take her seriously at first.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Claudia died." Emily turns to Lorelai.
"Who," She stares at her mother, wondering why she was supposed to know the woman she was talking about.
"Claudia, your cousin," Emily explains the dead woman's relation to her. When her daughter continued to stare at her, she let out a sigh and yelled, "Claudia!"
"I'm hearing the name, Mom. I have no idea who that is." She shrugs to further show her lack of recognition.
"Claudia's your cousin, for all intents and purposes," Emily said like that would make everything clear.
"Now we're getting to it." Lorelai nods sarcastically.
"She was your father's grandmother's sister's girl. So, to you, that would make her…" Emily thought of what the lady's title would be to her daughter.
"Nothing," Lorelai gave the answer her mother was searching for.
"Regardless. The funeral's on Thursday. I thought we'd all go together." She looked over at her granddaughters. Rory looked down at her plate. Anna gave a panic expression to her mother, hoping she would be able to get them out of this.
"Two problems: One, impossible to get away from the Inn on Thursday. Two, I've never met this woman." Lorelai shook her head, not about to be tricked into going to a funeral.
"You certainly have," Emily argues.
"When," She asks.
"Several times," She answers.
"I'll take one." She put up one finger.
Emily had to think of a second before a memory popped up in her head. "We went to her house in Groton to see the first moon landing. She'd just gotten a new Philco."
"I have no memory of this whatsoever." Lorelai shook her head, not accepting that answer.
"Rory, Anna, correct me if I'm wrong, but men have walked on the moon regardless of whether your mother remembers." She looked over at her granddaughters.
"Aw, the old if the tree falls in the forest question." Anna hums, not wanting to take her grandma's side when she didn't want to go. But, not wanting to take her mother's because she was going to ask to go to a tea party tonight.
"That's the rumor." Rory nods.
"I know men have walked on the moon. I just don't know Claudia." Lorelai clarified what part of the story she doesn't remember.
"So you're not going?" Emily asks.
"Not this time." Lorelai smiles at her.
"I don't think Claudia's planning to die a second time." She took another sip of her wine. Rory and Anna share a smile of amusement. Their mother liked to think she was nothing like her mother, but they had the same wit.
"Mom, I couldn't go if I wanted to." She reasoned.
"Fine," She put her wine down. "Oh wait, Rudolph Gottfried." She popped up like she was thinking about that name for a while now.
"Another cousin," Anna asks, not knowing that name and from the look on her mother's face, she didn't either.
"No, a Nazi that we knew, I'd forgotten. We stayed with him once in Munich. Nice old man, interesting stories." She smiles at their dropped jaws.
"Mom, you socialized with a known Nazi? That's despicable. That's heinous." Lorelai couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"No, dear, that was a joke," Emily smirks. Anna and Rory cracked up laughing until their mom shot them a look.
"Hey Grandma, can I come to your next tea party?" Anna asks.
Lorelai and Emily looked at her with wide eyes. "You want to go to my tea party?" Emily was in shock.
"Yeah, is that okay?" She never saw her speechless before.
"Yes, of course. We have one tomorrow at 2." She told her.
"I'll be here." She nods.
Anna didn't get to finish her knock when her grandma opened the door. "Go to the first guest room and change into the outfit on the bed. The guests will be here soon." She pulls her in and pushes her towards the stairs.
She went to the room and saw a blue matching tweed skirt and jacket with a white silk blouse. It was her grandmother's trademark look. She took off her clothes and put on the Emily outfit. She grabs a brush to style her hair in a similar manner to her grandmother. She walked down the stairs as Emily was letting everyone in.
"Oh Anna, you look so beautiful." Emily smiles brightly at her. "These are my good friends: Holland. Marilyn is your grandfather's cousin. Bitty is your headmaster's wife. This is my granddaughter, Susanna." She introduces them. "Come on ladies, let's go to the patio." She leads them to the back.
Anna's mouth water when her eyes land on the table. There were many different flavors of scones, slices of cakes, finger sandwiches, madeleines, and macaroons. "Grandma everything looks so amazing." She sits down.
"She's right, Emily, you outdid yourself more than usual." Holland took the seat next to Anna.
"It's a special occasion, my granddaughter's first tea party." Emily took a seat along with the other women.
"I was surprised when Emily said you would be joining us. To think a teenager wants to spend her day with a couple of old bats." Marilyn pours herself a cup of tea.
"I've always wanted to go to a real tea party." Anna grabs a smoked salmon finger sandwich and a strawberry macaroon.
"I envy you, Emily." Bitty grabs her friend's hand. "My granddaughter spent all her time at the mall." Emily beams with pride at hearing that, she likes to think she worked hard at forming a relationship with her grandchildren.
"Did you girls hear about the Morrison's?" Holland asked.
"No, what," Marilyn asked.
"She found him with the pool boy." She raises her eyebrows as she takes a sip of tea.
"NO." Bitty put a hand over her heart.
"You know, Richard and I went to lunch with them once I saw him checking out the waiter. I thought I was seeing things." Emily told them.
"Now, you know your eyes are still good." Bitty nudges her good friend.
Anna took a sip of her tea, thinking this is better than I thought.
Anna was humming as she pulled out a batch of cookies and cream cookies. While they cooled she went to cut up the fudge brownie to put them in a container.
Her mom came in groaning, "Why are you up so early making all this noise in the kitchen?" She threw herself down the chair.
"Because, the Chilton bake sale is today," She reminds her. "You can't forget these." She put the cupcake tower that Sookie got her last Christmas that was filled with red velvet cupcakes that had a cream cheese filling and the brownie fudge container on the table.
"I told you I had it covered," Lorelai mutters with a glare.
"Well, now you don't have to worry about it." She put a cup of coffee down in front of her, hoping it would lift her spirits.
"Oh, something smells good. You might sell out first." Rory walks into the kitchen to grab an apple.
"Not might, I'm going to." Anna washes the dishes.
"I have an idea for a new reality show. How about everyone just looks out their kitchen window for a change?" Lorelai glares out the window making them turn to her.
"She's cranky this morning." Rory took a bite of her apple.
"Let's just say the world's got a formidable opponent." She glared down at her coffee, not even in the mood to drink it. The sister shared a look, not knowing what else to do. "Alright, Anna, packs up the cookies and gets all the goodies in the jeep, and don't forget your school bag. Rory, get your stuff and hit the stereo." She got up with a coffee mug in hand.
Anna put the cookies in a container. "That's not me." Rory pointed to the living room where the music was playing.
Lorelai shot her a confused look before opening the kitchen door to show Lane dancing around. "Where does your mom think you are?" She asked her part-time daughter.
Lane turns off the radio to tell her, "On a park bench, contemplating the reunification of the two Koreas."
"Not here, skanking to Rancid?" She asks.
"Wouldn't be included," She shook her head. Her mom would have her committed if she told her that.
"School," Rory points towards the door. The three teens put their backpacks on. Anna grabbed the shopping bag that had the two containers with one hand and with the other she grabbed the top handle to the cupcake tower. Lorelai grabbed her purse and coffee mug. They were out the door.
"Bye." They said as Lane ran off. Anna pops the Jeep's trunk and puts the baked goods inside.
"Wow, Cinnamon, riding in style." Rory cheers. Anna closes the trunk before looks over to see Babette and Morey pulling their orange tabby cat in a white wagon with a pretty canopy covering half of it.
"Yeah, Morey made it. Cinnamon's not walking well these days, but she still likes her passeggiata. That's Italian for a nice walk." Babette explains as they walk over to them.
"Passeggiata," Morey said in an Italian accent.
"Oh, God, he makes it sound so sexy." She tugged on her husband's arm. Anna smiles at the two of them, she hopes to be like them when she gets older. To find someone she could gush over even after being with them for decades.
"Come on." He shrugs, bashfully.
"What's that?" Lorelai points to the canopy.
"That's Cinnamon's private area. Sometimes she likes to be alone. She's just like Morey in that sense. Say passeggiata again." She tugs on his arm.
"I can't do it on command, Babs." He turns red at the attention.
"He's blushing. God, I love a man that blushes." She sang his praise as she followed him down the road.
"Okay, our town is just weird." Rory watches their neighbor's go.
"I think it's cute." Anna rocks on her heels.
"Either way, thank god." Lorelai looks up at the sky.
They kissed their mom on the cheek goodbye. "I'll see you later at school." Anna waves to her as they walk down the driveway.
"For what," Lorelai calls out.
"Mom, the bake sale, it's in your trunk!" She screams back at her.
"I got the vein in the forehead." She laughs and points at her forehead. It wasn't often that her youngest got worked up about something she had to take the opportunities as they came.
"Sadist," She hissed at her mother.
"Rory," Anna nudges her reading sister as the bus pulls up. Rory closed her book to pick up her bag. They got onto the bus, where Rory continued to read. Anna was about to sit next to Rory when she saw Dean coming in, so she chose to sit in the seats across from them. That way she could give them the illusion of privacy.
He sat in the seat behind her. "Hey," Dean leaned over to say in her ear.
Rory screams and clutches her book to her chest. "Morning," She chirped when she realized it was him.
"Good book?" He pointed to the book that was still up against her chest.
"I don't know yet." She was only in the first 50 pages of it.
"I saw you standing in line, so I thought I'd say hello…. Hello?" He waved to Rory who was facing forward.
"Hello." She said, not looking at him.
"Thanks for helping me get the job at the store. It's not a career or anything, but it's got me solvent." He tried to keep the conversation going.
"Solvent is good." Rory nods while side-eyeing him, instead of turning her head.
To Dean's credit, he didn't let her awkwardness deter him, "Yeah. Are you always this serious?" He laughs.
"No." She shook her head, not wanting him to think that this was her.
"So, how long does it take you to get to school?" He asks.
"Forty minutes if the bus driver's focused, but longer if he's trying to win something on the radio. Hey, this bus is going to Hartford." She finally turned to face him when she realized he shouldn't be here.
"Yeah, I know." He nods.
"But you go to school here. You have to get off the bus. He has to get off the bus." Rory stood up to yell to the bus driver.
"Wait." He grabbed her to pull her back down. "You're forgetting something. Buses make stops." He leaned in to tell her and as he said that the bus stopped. "Goodbye, Lorelai Gilmore." He used the bars to pull himself up and get off the bus.
Anna moves to sit down next to Rory. She wiggles her eyebrows at her. "Did you set that up?" Rory accuses her.
"No, I just saw him come on the bus and knew what he was here for." She wiggled her eyebrows some more.
"Okay, stop doing that." She pokes her sister's eyebrows.
"I can't help it, they move when they feel love in the air." She continues to wiggle them making Rory smack her on the forehead.
"Okay, we've got our French fantasies, American treats, and our Italian taste sensations." Sookie put a few beautiful cakes, a carve watermelon swan, and crème brulees that she made on the table beside Anna's goodies. "What do you think?" She pointed at their bake sale table.
"It's amazing." Rory smiles.
"Incredible." Lorelai nods.
"You're outshining me, Sookie." Anna pouts.
"Oh honey, your stuff shines just as bright as mine." She pinches her cheeks before pulling out a culinary torch. "Well, final torch."
"Can I do that?" Rory eyes the torch with excitement.
"Honey, this is a more delicate procedure than you might think. It takes an expert hand." She turned it on and went around the table with it. The Gilmore girl's eyes went wide when they saw she lit the side of the table on fire.
Lorelai acted quickly and grabbed a cup of lemonade from the next table and threw it on top of the fire to put it out. She let out a breath of relief before noticing the nasty look the ladies in the booth next to theirs were giving her. "Hi. What is that, $1? Let me just give you... Let me find you $1. You know what? I'll take two. I'll drink one… um tasty and flame-retardant," She put down two dollars before grabbing another cup to drink.
Rory pulled her sister away when she saw Mr. Medina headed towards them. She still had a hard time looking him in the eye. "How do you sit in his class if you're avoiding him?" Anna asks when she realized why she was being pulled away.
"That's different. He's talking to a room full of people. It's not a one on one conversation." Rory's face turned red at the memory of her meltdown.
"I'm guessing by your face we're talking about Mr. Medina." Tristan wraps an arm around Anna's waist as he smirks at Rory. She huffed at him. "It was epic Rory, there's no need to still be embarrassed about it." His words would be more convincing if he wasn't snickering.
"Shut up." Anna smacks his stomach.
"Lead me to your table. I have to get my mom a brownie." He changed the subject, knowing if he kept going he would be locked in the dog house.
Rory looks over to see that Mr. Medina and her mom were gone. "Okay, we can go." They led him over to their table.
Sookie's eyes lit up when she saw the blonde's arm around Anna's waist. "Is this Tristan?" She jumped up and down waving a knife around, cutting off the swan's head. It fell into one of the Crème Brulee. "Oops." She grimaced.
"Hi, I'm Tristan." He waves to her.
"I'm Sookie. I'm their mom's friend." She put down the knife to wave back at him.
"Sookie, you're more than that." Anna corrects her.
"Yeah, your family," Rory nods.
"Oh, you're so sweet." She wipes her eyes.
"So, how did you hear about me?" He smiled down at Anna.
"Oh, Miss Patty told me," Sookie said. Anna stuck her tongue out at him and he was frowning at her. "Anna went on about you for 10 minutes when I asked her though." Anna gasped in betrayal as Tristan laughed.
"I'll take two brownies, a cupcake, and a dozen of the cookies." He remembered the things she said she was going to make. He took his wallet out and gave her the money.
"Are you feeling alright, Rory?" Sookie asked, making the others look at her.
"My eyebrows wiggle when love is in the air." She meant for only her sister to see, but she never looked.
"I love ya. I love ya. I love ya." Anna let out a barking laugh and gave her sister a kiss on the cheek for each I love ya.
"Philadelphia." Lane answers Anna's question as the three best friends walk around their small town.
"Philadelphia?" She repeated to make sure she heard correctly.
"If you could live in any city in the world you'd pick Philadelphia?" Rory gave a stare that was identical to her sisters.
"M. Night Shyamalan lives there." She justifies.
"Who," Anna asks.
"The guy who directed The Sixth Sense," She was shocked that they didn't know.
"But what would you do there?" Rory asks.
"Hang out with M. Night Shyamalan." She had a no duh tone on.
"Okay, cross guidance counselor off your list of potential career choices." Rory shook her head.
They stopped in their tracks when Babette, Morey, and Cinnamon in her wagon walked in front of them. "Lay still, baby doll. We're almost home." Babette reassures her cat as she walks past them.
"Hey, Babette," The girls greeted her.
"Hey, kids." She waves to them. Cinnamon let out a painful meow.
"Wow, that sounds bad." Rory points out. Anna looks down at her little buddy in concern.
"Cinnamon's dyspeptic. So is Morey, too many clams." Babette told them as they crossed the street away from them.
"Bad clams," Morey yells over his shoulder.
"This doesn't reflect well on Al's establishment," Babette yells so everyone around could hear her.
"You had clams at Al's?" Lane asks.
"Al's Pancake World?" Anna thought it had to be a different Al's.
"Yeah, we had a coupon!" She yells back before they were out of shouting distance.
"Wow, the store. Listen, I have to pick up some stuff, so... " Rory pointed at Doose's market.
"What do you have to pick up?" Lane asks.
"Just some stuff. So, I'll talk to you later tonight." Rory tried to walk away from them.
"I'll go in with you." Lane walked alongside her.
When Anna saw Dean fixing a display, she grabbed her Korean friend. "Come on Lane, we hardly get one on one time." She pulls Lane away and throws a wink over her shoulder to her sister.
Anna was rubbing Babette's back as the vet covered Cinnamon up. Rory went to find their mom. "Babette? Honey?" Lorelai cracks the front door open.
"Lorelai, come in." She waves for her to come inside. "She's gone. Cinnamon's gone." She looked down at her dead cat.
"I'm so sorry." She looked at their beloved cat.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Morey?" Rory sat down next to him on the couch.
"This is life, Rory. It breaks your heart." He let out a sad sigh as he stared at Cinnamon.
"She looked like she was sleeping. I thought she was asleep, so I nudged her and she didn't wake.
I gave her a push and she rolled off the couch and since I'd just waxed the floor, she went shooting across the room. And then she knocked over the lamp and she still didn't move. I knew it was over. Oh, God, my baby," She almost cried as she got to the end of her story. Anna hoped that Cinnamon was already dead before all that.
"Tell me it wasn't the..." He wasn't able to finish the sentence because he got choked up. Rory rubs his back in support.
"Morey, don't do this to yourself. He thinks it was the clams." She turns to the vet.
"She saw me eating them, and she gave me that, Hey, man, what's up look." He wiped away his tears.
"It wasn't the clams. Morey, in human years, this cat was 260 years old. That's a good long life. Listen, why don't you let me take her out to the van? And then I'll get out of your way." The vet offers.
"No stay, all of you please stay. Cinnamon would want you here." Babette told them, not wanting to be alone right now.
"We'll stay as long as you want." Rory nods to her.
"I'll never eat clams again." Morey proclaims.
"Me either." Anna had to wipe the tears off her cheeks.
Anna stayed by Babette and Morey's side during Cinnamon's wake. "Babette, Morey, I came as soon as I heard. Darling, what do you need?" Miss Patty came running in and hugged her best friend tightly to her chest.
"A little air, honey," She tapped her arm.
"Oh," She let her go when she realized she was smothering Babette with her boobies.
"Hey, do you guys want to see the scrapbook I made of Cinnamon when I was twelve." She remembers the book she made.
"I would be delighted." Morey put a hand over his heart, honored that someone would go through that kind of trouble for his cat.
"Meet us on the couch." Babette points to it.
Anna ran to her house to grab the scrapbook off the kitchen table. She ran back into her neighbor's house. She saw a bunch of people swarming Luke's take out bag and Sookie glaring at Luke. "Okay," She brushed that off and sat between Babette and Morey. "Look at Cinnamon as a kitty cuddling with baby me." She opens the book to the first page.
"Oh, remember that. It was before we were even neighbors. We were at the Inn because Morey's sister was in town. Cinnamon jumped out of my arms and ran over to the picnic your mom was having with you guys and cuddled with you." Babette ran her fingers over the picture.
Anna turned the page. "This was when I was seven for Halloween I was Ash Ketchum and Cinnamon was Pikachu."
"She stayed in character all night." Morey smiles down at the book.
"You guys should have this," Anna told them.
"What, no, you made it." Morey shook his head.
"I insist. It's not like I can't come over here anytime to look at it." She put the book on Babette's lap.
"Thank you, honey." She leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.
"Oh, look when she took Cinnamon to show and tell." Morey turns the page.
Anna separates from the grieving couple to get herself a burger. She went into the kitchen to see Dean putting drinks in the fridge. "Hey, we haven't officially met, Dean, right? I'm Anna." She stuck her hand out.
"Oh hey, yeah, I'm Dean." He put down a Pepsi to shake her hand.
"Did you see Rory? She is here somewhere." She pointed to the crowded room.
"I know. She opened the door for me. Then she ran away from me. Does she think I'm a creep?" He closed the fridge.
"Why have you done something creepy?" She narrows her eyes at him.
"No, I don't think so." He scratched the back of his neck.
"I'll find out for you. Don't leave." She walked away to look for Rory. She ends up finding both her and their mom outside.
"Max is here to pick me up," Lorelai told Rory.
"Oh, who's Max?" Anna went over to them. "Is that Mr. Medina?" She gasped at who was on her porch.
"Mr. Median is picking you up?" Rory's wide eyes stare at her mother.
"I'm going to talk to him real quick, and I'm going to be right back." She ran over to talk to him.
"She's going on a date with our teacher," Rory said slowly.
"Oh my god, I think I'm going to be sick." Anna held her stomach. They watched in horror as their mom chased after Mr. Medina who must be upset about the canceled date. "I can't watch anymore." She walked back into the house.
"Me either." Rory walked around to the backyard.
After Cinnamon's song, Anna went up to her mother. "What are you doing with my teacher?" She crossed her arms.
"I will explain everything, but first let's find Rory." Lorelai looks around for her other daughter.
"She's outside somewhere, she never came back in." Anna grabs her mom's arm and pulls her through the back door where they ran into Rory.
"Finally, I've been looking everywhere for you." Lorelai sighs.
"You found me." Rory points at herself.
"I have some explaining to do. So sit down in these tiny chairs. I'm going to do it right now." She points to the tiny chairs that Babette had for some reason. They sat down ready to hear this explanation. "That man on the porch was your teacher."
"Mom, I'm a little behind in school but not so behind that I don't know who the teacher is. So?" Rory narrows her eyes.
"He and I were going to sort of hanging out together." She closed her eyes as she explained.
"On a date," Anna wanted to be clear that this wasn't platonic. If it was, she wouldn't have hidden it.
"No, on something that could appear like a date to the untrained eye." She opened her eyes to defend herself.
"And to our daughter's eyes," She points to herself and Anna.
"It was a date." She admits.
"How long have you been dating him?" Anna asks. She wondered if it was since the parent-teacher conference.
"This was going to be the first time." She points to the ground.
"When were you planning to tell us, on your wedding day?" Rory shot up from her seat to glare at her.
"No, by the rehearsal dinner at least," Lorelai did the only thing she knew to do when she was in the wrong and corner, making a joke to lighten the mood.
"He's our teacher," Anna whines as she stands up too.
"I know." She whined in the same manner.
"He teaches me things every day in a small classroom with a lot of other kids who won't be high-fiving me when they find this out." Rory thought of how Paris and her two goons would have a field day with this.
"I know. I told him this was one of the things I was concerned about." She wanted them to know that she took their concerns to heart.
"And, what he didn't care at all?" Anna scoffs, weren't teachers supposed to care about the well being of their students.
"No, he thought we could be discreet." She explained the plan, which wasn't much of one.
"Unbelievable!" Rory sighs.
"Are you mad?" Lorelai asked even though she knew the answer.
"Yes." Her daughters yelled at her.
"Right… because I'm dating him?" She wonders.
"Because you lied to me," Rory points out. It was like the cherry on top of the betrayal sundae.
"Yeah, liar," Anna added on, not realizing how much she sounded like a five-year-old.
"I kept information from you." She defends herself.
"Information that I should have had," Rory pointed to her chest.
"It would've come out eventually like the Iran-Contra Scandal." She reasoned.
"More reason you should have been upfront about it." Anna wasn't sure why her mom was even defending herself when she knew she was wrong.
"So you're Oliver North." Rory tilts her head.
"No, I'm Fawn Hall." She shook her head.
"Mom," She stomps her foot.
"She was much prettier." She shrugs.
"I can't believe that you didn't tell me about this." Rory sighs, seeing that this was going nowhere.
"Why wouldn't you tell us?" Anna asks.
"Cause I thought you were going to take it badly. Thank God I was wrong…. Okay. Listen, I'm sorry. I won't date him. I promise." She kept the promise that she made to herself that she would call it off if they were against it.
"I'm not saying that you can't date him. It's just... this is weird." Anna didn't want her mom to give up her happiness for her.
"I mean, there are a million guys in this world and you end up with Mr. Medina." Rory agrees with her sister.
"You think I don't get the weirdness factor? Believe me, the last thing I intended to do was date your teacher." When she went to the parent-teacher conference she was expecting to be bored out of her mind, not make a love connection.
"I believe you." Anna nods.
"I really like him. I can't help it. It's been a long time since I've felt like this. You can't always control who you're attracted to. The Angelina Jolie-Billy Bob Thornton thing proves that. I know you don't understand this now, but you will someday. You'll meet some great guy, and he'll make your head all foggy and you won't know what to do with yourself. Sweetie, I won't keep anything from you again. Okay? I promise. From now on, every aspect of my life is an open book to you." As Lorelai describes the situation to them, they had their own dream guy in their heads.
"It's okay," Rory told her.
"Really," She thought for sure they would say hell no. "I'm not even going to get dressed until I tell you what I'm thinking of wearing." She promised.
"Oh god," Anna sighs, knowing her mom was about to get annoying with this.
"Tomorrow, I'm thinking of the purple tiger top, the black leather skirt, the panda-bear underwear? But of course, I'm totally open to suggestions." Lorelai moved her hands over the body parts that the clothes would be over.
"Here's one: Get. Some. Help." Rory said the last three words as if they were each their own sentence.
"Professional help," Anna nodded along. Lorelai smiles down at them.
