Ross found their to be many pros in the relationship between an older brother and his little sister. One, he already had the approval of their parents while Monica still needed to work on it (he'd always deny being the favorite, however). Two, he'd get to constantly own bragging rights over the smaller, younger girl. And God knows a Geller loves their bragging rights more than sweet ice cream. However, there was a con to being the oldest boy that Monica so deeply loved to milk; helping with the tough duties.

The last time the younger Geller used her brother for his brawns was the day she moved into the industrial beauty apartment with the eccentric Phoebe, asking Ross to bring up bedframes and dressers much too heavy for herself. Yet now, Phoebe gave the unexpected claim to her moving out, leaving Monica to find a new roommate. And with great timing, she found the perfect roommate to share a home with: clean, helpful, and sweet enough to balance out the crazy Monica can be. So, it was back to visiting the younger sister's home just for arranging beds and lifting dressers. Having just built up the new roommate's vanity, Ross returned himself into the living room with an exhausted sigh. A light sweat covered his forehead, but nothing he couldn't clean off later.

"Mon, I don't see why you can't hel—" Wait.. who was that in the kitchen? You were far too pretty to be his sister. "I— hello?"