...and then promptly takes him to her bedroom, conveniently located next door to her light-sleeping grandmother. This huge house and grounds and her only option is that room? Sometimes this show stresses me out. Rory makes excuses for her room, saying it's not really decorated to her tastes. "Yeah," he says, "not unless you've aged about ninety years." It is pretty chintzy. I can't believe Emily hasn't redecorated. Rory makes more excuses, kind of trying to explain why she's staying there -- that there's some trouble between her and her mom -- but Jess doesn't push her to explain. He asks why she's even there, if school's in session, and she finally has to tell him she's not going. "You graduate already, Doogie?" he jokes. No, Rory says. She's just taking a little time off. "'Time off,'" Jess repeats, in that "I may be a ne'er-do-well, but at least I'm not lying to myself" kind of way. She nods, feeling the burn. She changes the subject, asking where he's living now. He tells her not to laugh, and says he's in Philadelphia now. She agrees that Philadelphia's gotten cool, to which I say: how would you know, Rory? And also, when wasn't Philadelphia cool? Whatever, they babble kind of stupidly about how cool Philly is and how Rory saw a picture in The New York Times of some Philadelphia artists and yada yada...