Susanna Gilmore is a small-town girl, and she loves everything about it. Now, she and her sister are going from a public school to an elite private school. Despite feeling like she doesn't belong, she determined to make it.
"I can't believe I'm missing the soft opening." Anna was going to miss her mom's soft opening of the Inn.
"You can't help it. You got finals. It is the first thing you missed since moving here so I think that is a feat in itself." He never thought he would be on so many road trips to get to Star Hollow.
"I know and that's what makes this so sad. This is a moment that we have been dreaming of for years." She pushed the cart. They were at the grocery store getting what she needed to practice for her finals.
"It is not the moment. It's the soft opening. The moment is the grand opening." Jess corrected.
"I can't go to that. They are booked up. What if I can't make it to anything anymore? The people of Star Hallow won't think I care." She put a lobster into the cart. "Do you think lobster bisque says I'm trying too hard?"
"No, I don't think it does. It's a smart move. It meets the soup and seafood requirements." He looked over the guidelines of the exam. The students had to make a few dishes. They had to meet certain requirements like seafood, soup, four different cooking methods, and a salad with four different cutting styles. This was done at home. She could sign out equipment from the school if she needed to. "And the people at Star Hollow aren't that stupid to think that you wouldn't care. I'm starting to think you're going to take over for Taylor when he retires."
"Oh please, Taylor is never going to retire." She scoffs. "Okay, we got everything on the list. Now the fun part is making Jaci's chopped basket."
"Yes, because your fancy culinary school is copying a tv show." He rolled his eyes. It was the one part of the exam that Anna couldn't prepare for. She would get a basket with four random ingredients that she had to make a dish out of.
"So, I'm thinking cranberry sauce, eel, deviled eggs, and zucchini." She lists.
"You know I don't like thinking of deviled eggs." He could still smell the rotten eggs all over his car.
"Then maybe you shouldn't spend months trying to get the town to chase you with pitchforks." She would take the secret of her sister and mother doing that to the grave.
"I almost succeeded. You were at that town meeting." He had a good time pranking the town. "Remember that chalk outline." They chuckled at the memory.
"I remember having to crawl underneath Babette's house to see if the cat dragged Pierpont there." She had to wear a headlamp while army-crawling through the mud.
"The last time you went to the spa you got a mud bath." He put a case of soda into the cart.
"How many times must I tell you that it is a clean mineral mud? No bugs have lived in there." She rolled her eyes.
"Please, if they told you that bug feces would give you a youthful glow you would shove your face in the garden every day." He snickers when she licks the side of her cheek because she knew he was right.
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