Rory tries to distract Lane from her frustration by reading aloud a passage from Henry Miller: "'Where is the chair you sit in? Where is your favorite comb, your toothbrush, your nail file? Trot them out that I may devour them at one gulp.'" Now it's Lane's turn to look quizzical: "You want to eat his toothbrush?"Haaa! Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Rory says it's supposed to be metaphorical -- that she's trying to convey how she misses Logan. "Sounds like you miss his toiletry kit," Lane says. Poor Rory. "It's supposed to be evocative," Rory insists. "It's Henry Miller." Lane says that Henry Miller has way better stuff than that: "That is not why they banned his books." Rory says that she's certainly not going to write the part about hands groping for burning flesh! Why the hell not, girlie?! What is wrong with you? You slept with a married guy and then had sex with this one in your Grandma's pool house! Burning flesh it is! Lane agrees: "That's way hotter than the 'eating his comb' stuff." Exactly. Rory says that though she and Logan talk every day, she's not sure it will be enough keep the relationship going without any physical intimacy. She gets more and more upset about it as she talks, and finally grabs up her phone, typing furiously. "Desperate measures," she says. Lane nods her support: "Burn that flesh, sister." Rory sends off the text, cringing, and gets an immediate ring back. Except, awkward...it's her dad asking her to dinner the next night. Blargh. Yeah, Christopher makes my flesh burn, as well -- except in, like, a rashy way.
Back at home, Lorelai comes in to run several potential cotillion dresses past Rory. "Wow," Rory says, holding up one pretty black dress. "Can I keep this?" Lorelai says that first she has to help Lorelai to find something to wear, and that then she can have whatever she wants, "except that," she adds, about the black dress. "I'm getting buried in it." Rory still doesn't get why Lorelai is even going to this thing, joking, "Does Michel have compromising photographs of you that I don't know about? Like some snapshots from your perm year?" As if there exists a bad photo of Lauren Graham! Lorelai tells her the story of the Post-Its, trying to trick Rory into going to the cotillion in her place. Rory says that she can't, because she's made "plans with Dad." Lorelai: "Your dad?" Rory says she's not in the habit of calling other people's dads "Dad," (though [insert evil cackling] she might get into that habit if this sex-texting thing takes off with Logan) and that yes, she and Chris are going to dinner. Lorelai says she's glad they're going to dinner, and asks Rory what's up with her clinging to her phone. "I sent Logan a text message yesterday," she says, and "he hasn't written me back." Lorelai assures her that he probably hasn't had time to write back, and asks if she can wear a skank dress to the cotillion. Rory gives her a firm no.