As Emily pours Rory a drink, we can't help but remember the days of Richard pouring the drinks at Friday Night Dinner. Is Rory at the Gilmore home for another dinner, or is this a visit about something else entirely?
Lorelai: Wait, close your eyes and breathe. I smell snow. Rory: Ah, it's that time of year. Lorelai: Can't you smell it? Rory: You know, it's like dogs and high-pitched noises. I think it's something only you can smell. (Rory sits down next to Lorelai and pulls a blanket over the both of them) Lorelai: I love snow. Rory: Really, I had no idea. Lorelai: Everything's magical when it snows, everything looks pretty. The clothes are great. Coats, scarves, gloves, hats. Rory: Thermal underwear, wool socks, ear flaps.
Lorelai: Rory, my heart, today is Saturday, the day of rest! Rory: Sunday's the day of rest. Lorelai: No, Saturday's the day of pre-rest. Rory: Pre-rest? Lorelai: Yeah, so that way when you actually get to Sunday, you're rested enough to enjoy your rest. Rory: That makes absolutely no sense. Lorelai: That's because it's six o'clock on Saturday morning!