At the tea, Emily goes over the rules of the cotillion and how best to sit and behave. "Such elegance," Michel whispers to Lorelai, as they stand watching. "Such a sense of decorum. Manners. Grace. Charm. Everything my childhood could have been but wasn't. Oh, to go back and do it right." Our favorite chicken-walker commits the ultimate sin of leaning over to her friend to touch a pin the other girl is wearing, declaring it so cool. She is, of course, immediately admonished by Emily: "Caroline, we do not grab or grope our dinner partners. Always maintain proper spacing and distance." Lorelai rolls her eyes: "Oh, it's all coming back to me. Other kids were hugged and kissed. I was taught to maintain proper spacing and distance." Suddenly, Michel is overcome. "Take me!" he says, turning to Lorelai. "Oh, Michel!" she demurs, teasingly. He says no, he means she has to take him to the cotillion: "I have be there. I want to go back and do it right." Lorelai says that there's no way she's going to the cotillion, but Michel insists that she owes him one. Last November, apparently, she asked him to keep Paul Anka for the day, during which he traumatized Michel's dogs, got into Michel's closet, and pooped in his Prada loafers: "When I returned your foul creature, you...wrote an IOU on several little Post-Its, thinking it was oh so clever." Lorelai claims that she does not remember this incident. "I thought as much," Michel sneers, and runs away, only to return with the Post-Its in question. "I'll buy you a car!" Lorelai suggests as an alternative to the cotillion, just as Emily jumps on "Carolai" for being silly with her food. Nope, Michel demands to go: "Pick me up at 7, and wear your hair like you had it the other day."