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It was a reunion to remember.

"Someone give a chick a hand?" demanded Donna from her position at the top step at the water tank stairs.

It was Eric who reached over and tugged his old – and very pregnant – neighbour up. There was an awkward glance between them both before she took a seat, her legs swinging off the edge.

There was light conversation – nothing too heavy – before a call was heard from below. "Guess what I found?"

All looked down to see Hyde – afro long gone, though the sunglasses were still a constant feature – holding a bag of what could only be 80s grade weed.

"Memories!" lisped Fez. "Chuck it up."

Hyde did so and all sniggered as the dark skinned man almost toppled off.

"The idea of a reunion is to show how much you've changed, not show how much you're still the same," snorted the prim, but still very much vapid, Jackie. "I mean, check out this rock."

Hyde snorted himself as he began his ascent up the stairs. When he tugged at Donna's leg, the still blonde-haired – though in a shorter flyaway style – woman raised her eyebrow in a combination of amusement and warning.

He climbed on and then took a comfortable seat beside her, one foot hooked on the top rail of the stairs.

It wasn't long before the old crew was lined up on the small balcony.

Looking out over the old valley, silence reigned before Donna spoke up. "Do you know what I saw the other day? A neon tracksuit."

Jackie jumped in outrageous. "And that's not the only thing. I've seen bitches with the big hair and bangles. Ah excuse me, the 80s is over – can't you invent something of your own for this decade! I mean come on!"

The Latina woman seeked confirmation in friends she hadn't seen in some years: Eric had an eyebrow raised as he hugged his knee to his chest, Fez was minding his nails, Kelso was tossing a ping pong ball from palm to palm and Donna was resting back against Hyde.

Fez looked up. "I like the hair."

"I'm not finished!" shrieked Jackie. "Did it sound like I was finished?"

Looking for someone to support her indignation, she looked pointedly at Dona. The pregnant woman was leaning back against her husband's chest, one hand resting on her due-in-two-months-but-would-love-to-pop-now-please swollen abdomen.

"Mm?" she eventually offered.

Jackie huffed.

Kelso nodded sagely. "The selection of weed has also increased exponentially." He pondered a moment. "Good word that. Exponentially."