Room 402, Sunday night

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam had taken her time making her way back up to her room from Special Collections, still rather muddy, with war paint streaks on her cheeks, her spear clutched in her hand.

She was going to miss that wacky little pig hunting island.

She made it back to her room and immediately booted up her computer, checking to see if it could get an internet connection, and then heading to iCarly.com to make sure it had come back properly, then sent Carly a v-chat request.

Carly answered right away, looking amused. "What are you wearing?"

Sam smiled broadly, hugging her spear. All was right in her world.

[ooc: expecting one, but also open]

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[hurtingzeebo]

"Don't you humor me, Benson."

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"I'm not humoring you," Freddie said, stepping closer to Sam. "I'm serious. And don't think it's just because I spent time not existing or anything like that. I actually like you, Sam Puckett. In that way."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. "Really?"

"Kiss him again!" Carly cheered. Spencer shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"Well," Sam said. "We know what Carly thinks about this."

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Freddie could have frozen with embarrassment. Instead, he decided it was only fair if he tried to initiate a kiss, since she'd started the first one.

And so he did just that.

[hurtingzeebo]

Well. It was only fair, after all. And this time, his hands weren't full of pies.

"Awww," said Carly with a big smile. Sam reached one hand back to wave her off, even as she continued to enjoy the kiss.