As they walk through the bake sale, Max says he'd love for the ice to thaw. Hey, she is carrying a blowtorch -- you might want to watch what you say, heh. They quibble about Rory's test. He was doing his job; she knows he was doing his job. He'd like them to be friends. They stop walking for a minute. And Max says, "I'd like to see you sometime." Lorelai looks nervous, which I'm sure is hard for her; she is always so quick-witted. She takes a deep breath: "Are you asking me out on a date?" Yes. Another deep breath followed in quick succession with a huge sigh and a couple of "ums," "wells," and "ahs." She snaps, "I'm going out on a limb here, but I'm guessing if the Headmaster won't let a kid be thirty seconds late for a test, he'd probably frown on a teacher dating a mom." Max argues, "I do my job well. I'm dedicated to my students, and there's nothing in the Chilton book of ethics that prohibits it." Yeah, because the Chilton book of ethics was probably written two centuries ago. Lorelai guesses the teacher/parent dating law is probably unwritten. "Do you want to go?" he asks. Lorelai changes the subject, claiming her daughter would probably freak out at the thought. Probably? I'd say she would totally freak at the thought. "Do you want to go?" he asks again. Lorelai continues to ramble about the other parents having a field day. The question is posed for the third time. This time, she looks him in the eye instead of letting her gaze wander all over the campus and then back again, and says, "Yes." Good. Then she changes her mind: "I can't. It's weird." Max says he'll pay. They're good to go -- oh, wait, they're not. The back and forth continues for a while as they discuss how uncomfortable the situation is and could be. Max proposes coffee. Lorelai proposes a pseudo-date. She's in town for a class and always visits the same coffee shop at the same time each week. Now, if perhaps a person entered this establishment, around the time she's usually there, she probably wouldn't avoid them if she knew them. Max jokes, "You know, the Wordsmith thing, that's something we have in common." She pokes him with the blowtorch, a symbol of the sexual tension, and says she'll see him around. Max has really bad hair. Hair that approaches Dawson proportions. It looks like a melting ice cream cone. I'm sorry. It had to be said.
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