The living room of the Shay apartment, Seattle, Washington, Thursday evening

[hurtingzeebo]

Carly sat on her couch, a pamphlet in her hands, pouting down at it. Sam lay back next to her, her feet over the back edge, examining her toes.

"How much do you wanna bet I can play Violin Hero with my feet?" Sam asked.

Carly whacked Sam on the shin with the pamphlet. "This is serious. You got yourself shipped across the country."

"Hey, it's not my fault I got arrested again."

"Yes it is! You poured your smoothie over a cop's head!"

"I didn't know he was a cop!"

"It was 'Pee-on-Carl'! How could you have not recognized him?!"

Sam sighed. "Yeah, that guy never had a sense of humor." She flipped over to sit upright. "Maybe you could apply to come, too. Private schools love you."

Carly sighed. "Right. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Spencer."

"Oh, come on, he's, like, old. He'd be fine."

Spencer came running from his bedroom carrying something under a cloth. "Sam! Sam! Look, I made you a going away present!" He whipped the cloth off and held it out proudly.

Carly and Sam tilted their heads as they looked at it.

"What is it?"

"It's a sculpture of you two! See?" The sculpture included two little found-plastic figures in a little model of the iCarly studio. "And look, I even made the monitor work!" He flicked a switch on the back. The sculpture caught fire.

Sam glanced at Carly. ". . . Okay, so you have a point."

[ooc: NFB what with not in Fandom yet. For the canon-mate.]