Two hours later, Monica and Chandler were sitting calmly in the living room, listening to the radio and watching Kendra (not in her wheelchair, but sitting on the floor), Alice, and Shawn playing a game of Monopoly, which Alice had brought from England.

"When's grandma coming?" Alice asked, presently.

"Pretty soon," Chandler replied, checking his watch.

"Kendy, are you sure you don't want to be back in your chair?" Monica queried of her daughter.

"No, I'm fine, Mom." Kendra grinned at the adults. "'Sides, I don't want to meet Mrs Bing in a wheelchair."

"Why ever not?" Chandler asked.

"'Cause… well, no reason. I just don't." Kendra smiled, but groaned as she landed on Mayfair. "Damnit! Whose hotel is that?"

"Mine," Shawn piped up. "Five hunn'ud pounds, please." He held out his hand, happily.

"I can't believe a little kid like Shawn knows how to play that game," Monica remarked to Chandler.

"Oh, Mary loved it," he said. "And, well, when Dina and Bob were looking after the kids, they often played it, cause there was nothing else for them to do."

"Oh. Y'know, I find that game hard," Mon replied.

"Well, it's not an easy game," Chandler said, amiably.

There was silence for a few moments until the doorbell rang. Shawn looked up rapidly, his shyness returning. "I need the loo," he said, shyly, and raced off.

"That's the last we'll see of him for a while," Alice declared.

"Ally," Chandler warned. "Go answer the door, eh, hon?"

She grimaced at him, but obeyed.

"So…" Kendra began. "This lady is my grandmother, right?"

"Shh!" hissed Chandler.

"Yes," replied Monica. "Just don't be too – granddaughter-ish, Kendy, ok?"

"Is it likely?" Kendra said, indignantly.

"Sorry," Monica apologised. "Just don't, babe." She silenced herself as Alice entered the room, followed by Nora.

"Chandler, baby, hi!" Nora greeted her son. "Introduce me."

Chandler looked around. "Okay. Uh, this is Monica Geller, my, ah, housemate." He paused. "Ah, Alice Bing, my daughter."

"My granddaughter," Nora commented. "Hi."

"Hey," Alice replied.

"She sounds so British!" Nora squealed. "Oh, how adorable!"

"Yep. Ah, my son, Shawn, is in the bathroom—"

"I'm not," Shawn said, shyly. "H'lo."

"Shawn, what a cutie you are!" Nora cooed. Shawn blushed, and hid behind Monica.

"He's shy," Chandler said, unnecessarily. "And this," he added, pointing to Kendra, "Is Kendra Geller. Monica's daughter." There, no lie, he thought triumphantly.

"Hi," Kendra said, smiling.

Nora stared at Kendra. Please don't figure it out, Chandler begged, silently.

"You know, Kendra, you remind me an awful lot of someone," she mused. She turned to Monica. "Ms Geller, have I ever met you before?"

Monica looked politely puzzled, whilst knowing what Nora had worked out. "Ah, I don't know. Maybe."

"Well, your daughter looks very familiar." Nora left it at that, but it left Kendra and her parents feeling rather nervous. The visit passed with no other real 'incidents', though.

"I like her," announced Alice, once Nora had left. "I think I've heard of her before, though, Dad."

"She's your grandmother, of course you have," Chandler replied.

"No… I mean… what's her name, Dad?" Alice was racking her brains.

"Nora."

"Nora… Nora Bing… Oh my God!" Alice burst out, laughing. "Nora Tyler Bing? She is, isn't she?"

Kendra joined in the laughing. "Nora Tyler Bing? You're kidding?"

Chandler glared at the two girls… his two daughters. "Yes, she's Nora Tyler Bing. Yes, she writes romance novels. Yes, she's your grandmother."

"M – Alice's grandma is Nora Tyler Bing?" Kendra asked, incredulously, congratulating herself on saving herself from saying 'my grandmother'.

"Who's Nora Tyler Bing?" asked Shawn, confused.

"Nora Tyler Bing," began Monica, shooting Chandler a playful glance, "Writes very naughty books."

"Thank you, Monica," said Chandler, glaring at her.

Alice broke the silence. "Y'know, it's my birthday in three weeks' time."

"Is it?" Monica asked, grabbing a calendar. "The sixth?"

"That's my birthday!" Kendra said, smiling innocently at her mother. "Isn't that a weird coincidence, Mom? Chandler, what do you think?" She had a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth look, and her tone of voice was too much for Monica, who choked audibly. Chandler contented himself with a glare at the Monopoly board.

"What did Euston Station do to you?" asked Shawn, innocently.

"What?" Chandler queried, absently.

"Why you glarin' at Euston Station?" repeated Shawn.

Monica, not used to such wit from a young child, left the room suddenly, and Kendra heard strange gurgling sounds coming from the doorway.

"It is a weird coincidence, isn't it?" Alice said, referring to the birthdays.

"Yes," Monica replied, re-entering the room at this point.

"Mind you, they say if you know 21 people, then you're fair sure to know at least one other person with the same birthday as you," Alice continued.

"Really, Ally?" asked Kendra. "That's bizarre."

"I'd 'a' thought it'ud be three hunn'ud an' sixty-five people," Shawn commented.

"Yeah, but it's not," Alice told her brother.

"You sure? Who told you?" asked Shawn.

"My maths teacher, Miss Comyns," Alice replied. [Author's note: tee-hee!]

"What should we do for our birthday?" asked Kendra. "I mean, it's like being sisters, isn't it?" She shot a cheeky grin at Chandler, who glared back.

"I think it's your bedtime," he told her.

"I think it isn't," she countered.

"I think it's Shawn's bedtime, anyway," Chandler added, looking at his watch. "Bedtime, Shawny."

"No thank you," his son said, smiling. "I'll stay for a little longer."

"No you won't," Chandler disagreed, picking his small son up, and carrying him, yelling playfully, out of the room.

"I s'pose you want me to go?" Kendra asked her mother. Monica insisted on early hours for her daughter, and, though it was just gone nine, Kendra knew that she should be going to bed now.

"Very good," Monica praised her daughter. "Yup." She and Alice helped Kendra back into the chair, and Kendra, sighing, wheeled herself out.

"S'pose I'll be goin' now, too," Alice commented, after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah," Monica agreed. Just as Alice got up, she spoke. "Ally? Can I talk to you for a second?"

Alice turned around. "Uh huh. What 'bout?"

"Ah…" Monica paused, and took a deep breath. "I just… Ally, you know I'm always here for you, right?"

"Yeah." Ally looked confused. "What is it, Monica?"

"It's just that, well, Alice, I want you to know that if you ever want to talk about – girl stuff, you know… then, then you can come to me, okay?" Monica said, smiling at the girl.

"Thanks," Ally replied, softly.

"And… I'm not trying to take the place of your mom, Ally," Monica continued. "But I know that… sometimes, well, a girl needs to talk, and you can't always talk to Chandler, can you?"

Alice giggled. "I can just see myself!"

Monica joined in the laugh, amusing herself with an image of Chandler giving Ally 'The Talk'. Then she sobered herself. "But, still, Ally, I'm here for you – just as much as I am for Kendra."

Alice smiled at her. "Thanks, Monica." She looked truly touched. "I – I know it can't be easy to make that commitment. And I – I'll remember it, I promise." Suddenly, on an impulse, she hugged her. "I love you, Monica."