Rory and Logan arrive at Luke's and run into Zach. "Hey," Rory says, "we just saw Kwan and Steve!" Hahaha! Kwan and Steve?! Awesome. I wish so badly that we could see them. Poor Todd Lowe must fumble through a weird bit of dialogue about how Kwan is growing in the torso, and Steve has long arms and legs. I swear he says "torso" about twelve times. They sit, and Rory immediately checks her phone again for signs of a call from the paper. She and Logan are enthusiastically greeted by Luke, who shakes Logan's hand while subtly trying to cover his huge bracelet. As Luke leaves to let them peruse the menus, Rory makes another quick check of her phone. "She'll call, you know," Logan teases. "Put it away." Rory tries to shrug off her news, saying that it doesn't even matter, because if she doesn't get it, it won't be a big deal, because what she really wants is the Reston Fellowship. "All right," Logan says, reserving his opinion. "And Providence," Rory says, bluffing away her nervousness, "it's no Manhattan." Logan: "That's true, because it's Providence."
They are interrupted when Luke, returning with drinks, sees Taylor out the front window, stacking hay bales in front of his diner. Immediately, Luke charges out and starts ripping it all down. "Take it easy, Luke!" Taylor says. "The veins in your neck are starting to pop out at me. Try and control your neck veins." Luke yells that the hay-bale maze is not what the town wants; it's what Taylor wants. Inside, Logan watches in amazement. "Stars Hollow," he says again, "is a lot better than Colonial Williamsburg."
Lorelai and Sookie are walking through the center of town, discussing the coziness and trundliness of Rory and Logan's current relationship. "So, if they're all cozy and trundly," Sookie says, "I guess that means Logan's out of the dog house." Lorelai takes the metaphor and runs with it. "Out of the dog house," she says, "back to roaming the neighborhood." She's not impressed with Logan's genius moves of Vegas and such directly after his huge business loss. Sookie agrees, but is amused by Lorelai's tone, which frankly is decidedly Emily Gilmore-esque. "No, no, no," Lorelai says. "Logan's a lovely young man. He's nice and polite and funny -- he's got that hair, you know, the hair that can sell shampoo to a bald man? Logan...is a very charming young man!" Sookie grins: "I know that tone. The sign of repressed judgment!" She recalls last month at the book shop bake sale where they ran into Winson Brown, who came up to tell them that her daughter had just been signed to the Ford Modeling Agency as a baby model. "And you were like, 'oh, Winson, that's wonderful! What a great way for a nine-month-old to see the world!' That's the exact same tone." Lorelai says she doesn't mean to be judgmental -- it's just that Rory's an adult now, riding trains and wearing suits. "It made sense for me to have an opinion when we were talking about Jess or Dean, but with Logan, I don't know, it's just really not my place anymore." Cue my mother, who takes her head out of the crisper long enough to comment that "IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR PLACE." Lorelai says yeah, she's not thrilled that Logan's "work" right now consists of carrying around a notebook in which he writes ideas. "I mean, I have a dream journal," she says, "but I don't use it as evidence of my responsibility." Sookie snorts, and Lorelai continues: "Look, he's an over-coiffed, over-privileged young man, but it's not my place." They are brought up short when they realize that they've been walking all around town and they haven't seen a single booth for tomorrow's festival. "All I see," Lorelai points out, "is hay."