Logan shifted closer and pressed a kiss to Rory's shoulder, which was seriously weird considering she was talking to her mother. "Why are you whispering, Mom?" Rory asked, turning her head to give Logan a pointed look.

It was still a little weird for Rory to wake up with a boy, and Logan's knowing smirk from mere inches away was not helping. He slid a hand across the along the mattress and squeezed her thigh.

Rory's voice was a little high-pitched when she added, "And why are you up so early?"

Logan heaved an exaggerated sigh and nonchalantly tossed the covers back. Rory flushed and averted her eyes as he stood up, searching for his boxers. Really, really weird to wake up with a naked boy. Getting naked in the dark to have all the sex was a very, very different experience than waking up in the bright sunlight -- and, oops, why hadn't she remembered to close her curtains? -- with a naked Logan.

"I'm up," Lorelai answered, "because it's nearly eight, and I'm whispering because I don't want to wake Luke."