A/N: Don't own That 70's Show or Friends. Wish I did.

Short, because it's hard for me to write from Monica and Donna's POVs. Sorry. I love reviews! Please keep them coming! :

Donna was grinning. Here she was, in New York, cooking. She didn't usually cook. It didn't fit in with her whole feminist attitude. But boy, was it fun.

Especially having one of New York's greatest chef's teaching her. There was no way she could mess up with this.

She could hardly resist the smell of it all. And, judging by Kelso and Joey's screams coming from the next room, neither could they.

Monica had gotten a call from Rachel, asking if they could watch Kelso and Joey for a bit if Rachel, Jackie, Ross, and Hyde went out.

"So," said Donna, licking the spoon free of cake batter they had used to make dessert. "You guys babysit Joey?"

"Pretty much," said Monica. "If we don't, things can be pretty dangerous."

"Yeah, Kelso's pretty much the same way. One time, we left him alone at a party at Jackie's house, and he caught it on fire," Donna said.

Monica threw her head back and laughed. "Okay, there was this one time, and I was making Thanksgiving dinner, and I had to leave to go get groceries, and I come home, and there's Joey- with the turkey stuck on his head."

Donna laughed. "That sounds just like Kelso."

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