Lorelai and Indy are sitting near the fire. Her head is on his shoulder, and he's holding a towel around them to keep them warm. She is sleeping. He's drinking beer and watching the people around them.
Every so often he turns to her, kissing her forehead.
"Of course," she yawns. She looks around at the people, those sleeping, those still splashing in the lake, those huddled by the fire talking. She leans against him, contentedly.
She looks confusion as she figures out the days in her head. "Today's. . .Saturday here right? It was Thursday when I was at home. So two days from then would be Saturday there? Or something like that. If that's right, then probably not."
She looks apologetically at him. "We have a huge festival in Stars Hollow that night, and the Inn is booked. I really should be there all night."
"I'll miss you too and yes." She says without hesitation. "At some point I have to come back in to help Charlie throw Claire's baby shower. Wednesday here, I think."
She sighs, the math hurting her head. "I know I can come back in next weekend or so. Unless the Bar brings me in without my permission again."
Every so often he turns to her, kissing her forehead.
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"I have to start sleeping in more horizontal positions."
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"This is nice."
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"Speaking of which... you gonna be around for Valentine's. I think it'll be Monday here."
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She looks apologetically at him. "We have a huge festival in Stars Hollow that night, and the Inn is booked. I really should be there all night."
She sighs. "That kinda sucks."
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He stares into the flames quietly. "You wanna do a make-up date or something... when you can next drop in?"
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She sighs, the math hurting her head. "I know I can come back in next weekend or so. Unless the Bar brings me in without my permission again."
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He kisses her forehead.
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"It's a date then."
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