"Look, if you're going to have a baby, there's some things you need to remember," Donna said, pushing Ann down in the chair next to her desk.

"Point number one. Give your baby up for adoption," April said. "Donna's cool. She could have it."

"The actual point one is that you can't keep dressing like that," Donna said, looking disapprovingly at Ann's sweater.

"I got this sweater on sale—"

"I wasn't talking about that monstrosity. I meant this weird, baggy blouse. You're pregnant, not color-blind."

"But it's paisley!"

"Do you think paisley's another word for hideous? Because I can get you a thesaurus."

"Your name's a synonym for hell beast," April added, not looking up from her nails, which she was painting with white-out.

"Point two. You'll be a mom, but you can still be a hot mom. You never know when you'll find someone you want to hook up with—"

"I'm dating Chris—"

Donna smirked. "For now. Point three."

"Name it Beelzebub," April said.

Ann rolled her eyes. "Or Sarah."

Donna put up her hand to silence them both. "Third point. Don't be a stranger. We'll miss you."

"I won't," April said.

"Even April," Donna said.