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Rory's First Bid-A-Basket
Lorelai watched Rory bounce back and forth as Taylor Doose held up Patti's basket for auction. She was waiting semi-patiently for her basket to be up. The little girl had latched on to the idea of making and selling a basket for charity the moment that Mia had mentioned that the Bid-a-Basket festival was coming up. Lorelai indulged her daughter and let her pick out and (mostly) make what she considered to be high cuisine: crunchy PB&J sandwiches, apple slices with gooey caramel, and sugar cookies with purple kool aid to wash it all down. She picked out the basket and insisted on tying the decorative bow herself.
Mia had asked Patti and Babette to quietly inform the town that Rory's was the pale wicker basket with a blue gingham bow. They didn't want anyone to mistake it for someone else's and be surprised by the little girl who came with the "anonymous" baskets.
So, here they were, waiting for Rory's basket to make its appearance, and not five minutes later it did.
"Isn't this a lovely basket?" Taylor was grinning down at Rory when he said it. She hopped from one foot to the other. It was her turn!
"Let's start the bidding at five dollars!"
"Five dollars," that was Morey.
"Six!" that was Kirk…
"Eight dollars!" that was Andrew. He let Rory come in and "dust the shelves" at his bookstore so that she could read books now that she had long finished the twelve that Star's Hollow Library had.
Back and forth, the bidding went; delighting Rory to no end. She liked to watch Morey, Kirk, and a few of the other men bid on something she made. Especially since the money would be going to the playground at the school this year.
Finally it ended: "Going once… going twice… SOLD to the man in the flannel for fifteen dollars!"
Lorelai looked around, and noticed that it was Luke bringing the money to the front. She hadn't noticed him bid.
Rory looked up at her, and she nodded. Smiling, the girl skipped forward to wear Luke was waiting.
"So… Where'd you like to sit?" Luke cocked an eyebrow as he peered down at the ball of engery in front of him.
Instead of answering him, she slipped her hand into his and pulled him over to the large oak she liked to read under. Lorelai smiled and sat down on a bench not far away, and watched as her little perfectionist made sure the blanket was completely even before she let her companion sit.
Despite being a health nut who wouldn't normally eat apples with caramel or purple kool aid that was more sugar than kool aid, Luke didn't say anything about all the sugar rotting her teeth while he asked about school and the books she had read that went over his head.
It was nice. It was something that her father should be doing. Lorelai tried to shake that thought out of her head. She and Rory were just fine on their own, even if she was a maid at an inn and they lived in the potting shed behind it. Nope. They didn't need a man in their life.
Though, as she looked over to see the normally gruff man take off his trademark baseball cap and drop it over her daughter's head it was nice to see his eyes crinkle at the corners and to hear his deep chuckle. It was nice.
Now that she thought about it, she didn't see him like this often. It was… nice.
A/N: this just kinda popped into my head as I watched A-tisket, A-tasket tonight. Rory was talking about how she and her mom had done this for years, and I wondered how her first Bid-a-Basket festival went, and who won her basket. And what Lorelai might have thought about the person eating with her kid. And, it's also a bit of an insight into how Lorelai is handling life.