First floor rec room, Friday evening -- iCarly broadcast!

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam had laid down tarps on the rec room floor and hung more from the walls, today, which couldn't possibly bode well. She was currently setting up two tables on either side of the room and laying out an assortment of warm -- not hot, she'd learned that lesson after the last big Puckett family dinner -- dishes. There was fried chicken, grilled chicken, chicken liver pate. Chicken meatballs, chicken salad, chicken alfredo, orange chicken, sweet and sour chicken, chicken soup, chicken gravy, pulled chicken, chicken fingers, and even a couple whole roast chickens.

It was really, really, really, really hard for her not to just dig in right away. Everyone should admire the hell out of her restraint.

But, dammit, she was determined to actually get to have a chicken fight on the show, tonight.

[ooc: The post is open and the food smells delightful!]