At Yale, Rory walks through a courtyard, reading something from her notebook. Before she crashes into a trash can, Logan calls out to her to look out. She smiles at him, thanking goodness that she has a guardian angel hanging out by the coffee kiosk. "It's the only place that safe to stand with a maniac like you running around," says Logan, and adds that it's also the place where he'll be guaranteed to run into Rory at least three times a day. She notes that he's been hanging out there all week, and while he admits that's sad, he says it'll be worth it if it helps him win her back. This whole exchange is all wink-wink and smiley, and you know, the world must be coming to an end, or something, because it almost makes me like Logan. Rory tells Logan he's too slick for his own good, but he disagrees: "Excuse me, but this is not slick. This is a Nora Ephron movie. Louis Armstrong should be warbling as we talk." Yes, clearly lions are about to start lying down with lambs, because with that line, I now like Logan better than I like Luke. I hope you have a good supply of duct tape on hand, because you'll need it when the hellmouth opens. Logan reminds Rory that she promised to let him take her to dinner, and she way too easily suggests that they go out Thursday night. "And do not think of backing out," he says, "because then I will cry and eat a pint of Rocky Road while watching An Affair To Remember with Rita Wilson."