The Independence Inn is hopping. The same "La La Song" is floating around. Michel is answering the phone. Lorelai is showing people around. A party of French businessmen arrives at the front desk asking, in French, if Michel is French and if he speaks the language. "No," he responds, shuffling his papers. The man asks again, in French, if he is not French. Michel responds, "Sir, I am just a simple country boy from Texas. I do not understand this Français business you are talking about." Lorelai grabs him and tells him it's his job to keep the French group happy. He's grumpy because most French people are insufferable. Lorelai puckers her lips and raises her eyebrows. This is the look. The do-it-or-something-unspeakable-shall-befall-you look. Michel gives in, but he won't be happy. Lorelai pats him on the shoulder and carries on with her day. He comes around from behind his desk, announces his name, in French, and lets the party know he's there to help him. They all have a good chuckle. Michel turns to Lorelai and says, "Kill me now."
The very same incidental music carries us over to Chilton for the bake sale. Oh, sure, Lorelai has it all covered by getting Sookie to whip up some tasty goodies for Rory. It does look like a very serious bake sale. In fact, it looks like a huge, incredibly well-organized bake sale. All the bake sales at my high school consisted of two tables, some brownies from a mix, a couple of chocolate chip cookies, and a prayer that you made more that twenty bucks. This is a serious fundraiser. This is a "new roof on the church" kind of fundraiser. Rory, Lorelai, and Sookie stand back to admire her work. The Gilmore's exclaim that it's "amazing" and "incredible." Sookie grabs a miniature blowtorch to put the final touches on her display. Rory wants to light the dessert. Sookie explains the procedure is more delicate than you might think and fires up the torch. As she says, "it takes an expert hand," Sookie walks around the side of the table and lights the tablecloth on fire. Lorelai grabs some punch from the next table and douses the blaze. Evil Chilton moms look upon her with disgust; Lorelai buys some punch to placate them. Sheesh, Chilton parents take everything so seriously. Max sneaks up behind her and cracks, "Very Henry the Eighth." Lorelai: "Well, we're not into subtle." He says it's good to see her. She says the same, only she adds a "Mr. Medina." Max. "Mr. Medina." Lorelai is waving like a tree -- back and forth, back and forth. Max. "Mr. Medina." Lorelai turns to Sookie and introduces her to "Mr. Medina." I think Lorelai is catching Rory's "afraid of people you have crushes on" disease. Max asks if he can "borrow" Lorelai for a minute, but before she walks off with him, she grabs the blowtorch from Sookie's flame-happy grip.