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Festivus in July, Fandom High front lawn, Friday afternoon

Sometime during morning workshops, when no one was paying nearly enough attention except those concerned, the Fandom High schoolgrounds had filled with snow.

For the record, "those concerned" meant Rory Gilmore and several dozen snow cone distributors from the mainland. But who wants to ruin the illusion? Students who were curious might assume that it was simply a Festivus in July miracle, or some such.

In the middle of the lawn stood a bare, aluminum pole. Festivus tradition, you know.

[Yes, the schoolgrounds have snow. I'm weathermodding and saying it's cool enough today through this evening for it to stick, and it'll melt overnight. And yes, we're having Festivus in July. For those not in the know, here is a handy Wiki link! ~~Please wait for OCD.~~ Up, yay!]

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"They just are! They're loud and what if you break them?"

"If they're loud, you pick them up and hold them and rock them," John says. "And the only way you're going to break a baby is if you decide to shot put the kid."

"I could drop it," she said seriously.

It's weird how this wasn't a concern when dealing with either of her tiny siblings.

"Not likely," John says. "Have you ever dropped your brother? Or someone else's kid?"

"No. But mine might be extra-wriggly or slippery!"

"Are you planning on greasing Little Gilmore up?"

"It wouldn't be little Gilmore. It would be little Gilmore hyphen...something."

"Are you planning on greasing Little Gilmore hyphen something up?"

"No. But what if it has oily skin?" she asked.

"Yes, Rory, your kid is going to come out with dermatalogical problems," John says seriously. "And a bad perm."

"See!" she said fretfully. "What if they have bad hair?"

"Then you'd take them to the hair cutting place and get it fixed," John says in exasperation. "Easy as pie. You could mold the kid into a mini Rory!"

"What if it's a boy?"

"You can still mold him into a mini Rory," John tells her. "Just don't make him wear dresses or earrings or stuff."

"Of course, I have no one to hyphenate with so it doesn't matter," Rory replied resignedly. "No kiddies for Rory."

"You can be a Crichton!"

"...I don't want to DIE."

"Not like that!" John flails. "I mean...you can live with me and Aeryn and our eventual kids!"

"That's okay," Rory said. "I have plans and stuff. Unless you're living in the Cambridge or New Haven area."

"Actually...I am," he says seriously.

"Which one?" she asked curiously.

"MIT," he says. "It's in Cambridge."

"Huh. Harvard girl," Rory said, shrugging. "But I'm also kind of looking at Yale. Either way, same general area, kind of."

"Aeryn's coming with me," says John. "And we're getting dogs."

"What kind?" Rory asked. "I'll bring Vladdie and they can play. ~~And eat my canon Yalie boyfriend when he starts getting bad in late fifth season~~."

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