The Fling is ON, and as Lorelai, Rory, Logan and Michel disembark from the shuttle with the Dragonfly guests, the Sinclairs try in vain to make the hay-bale maze sound fun to their weird kid. No, nobody is in the maze chasing you or squirting you with squirt guns, but, um, it IS made of hay! The kid ain't buying it, so Logan chimes in. "Well I can't believe we're finally here at the maze!" he cries in wonder. Rory: "Oh, it's all I've dreamed since I could dream!" Lorelai chuckles as Logan goes on: "There's just something about being in a maze of hay! It's just so much fun!" Lorelai: "Take it down, Olivier." Hee. She tells the Sinclairs that, for after the maze, Sookie has made all the classic Fling foods back at the Inn. They enter the maze just before Babette and Maury stagger up. "Whooaaa," Maury says. "The maze...just high on the maze..." Taylor allows a group of daffodils to enter the maze, telling them if that they get lost, they should just wave their hands and the maze guard (Kirk on stilts) will come find them. Thank God Kirk isn't sleeping in the center of the maze, Minotaur-style.
When Lorelai goes to talk to Sookie and Jackson, who are maze-crazy, Logan has a quiet word with Rory about her Pro/Con list. He couldn't help noticing, he says, that his name was on it followed by three question marks. Rory admits that she wasn't sure where to factor him in. "Well, I want you to know," he says, "I don't want you to factor me in." Rory goes pale. That sounds bad. He rushes to reassure her -- he's not sure what he'll be doing next, work-wise, and when she decides what she's going to do, maybe he'll factor her in. "If you're in Providence," he says, "maybe I'll come live in Providence." Rory smiles as he goes on, insisting that she make her decision based on her own desires. She sighs. "I want to go for the Fellowship," she says. "I'm gonna say no to the ProJo." The two of them enter the maze, hand in hand, and when they come to a fork, they go right together. Yeah, yeah, it's a big ol' smack in the head with a frying pan -- WHANG! -- but I love it. Long live the hay-bale maze!