"We’re too old now," Rory pouts as she rests her head heavily against his shoulder. New Year’s Eve had once been a grand town festival, but even she couldn’t muster the energy to rise from the comfort of the couch cushions and join Stars Hollow in their hours-long celebrations.

Jess wraps his arm around her and slouches further into the couch. The sun’s barely set, but even his eyes are starting to feel heavier. "Speak for yourself," he says, purposefully slowly as though he’s tired, "and your frown lines. Getting a little old there, Gilmore."

She scoffs. "Those frown lines are described as 'worldly', Mariano."

"Old."

"Worldly!"