Momma plays to win

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.

( cut for dialog and an eensy bit of spontaneous sculpture combustion )

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