The school lawn, Saturday afternoon

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam had a towel spread out across the grass in a sunny spot on the lawn. She had a bowl full of meatballs and a whole slew of disgusting new videos to watch online.

Life was good.

[ooc: expecting one, also open, yadda yadda.]

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[crwdsourcedname]

Fris had been wandering around town for a bit, now, trying to get her bearings. The castle on the hill was just too tempting not to go explore.

Of course, then she got sidetracked by who she saw hanging out on the lawn.

"Mom? Are those meatballs? I thought you were on the patch again!"

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam looked up and blinked. ". . . Carly? What are you doing here?"

A beat.

"And why do you think I'm your mom?"

[crwdsourcedname]

Fris sighed. "I'm Fris, Mom. Aunt Carly's all old like you, remember?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"I'm not old!" Sam said defensively. "You're just all . . . tweenie! And stop calling me Mom!"

[randomspanish]

Freddie Benson had a bit of a swagger to his step today. Of course, when he stumbled upon what appeared to be his girlfriend and a tiny Carly dueling with forks, he was forced to stop and stare confusedly.

"...What the chiz?" he said, totally thrown off guard.

[crwdsourcedname]

Fris spun in place. "Dad!"

Sam took advantage of her distraction and charged, knocking Fris to the ground and sitting on her. "Ha! . . . Wait, what'd you call him?"

[randomspanish]

"What did you call me?" Freddie also said, more than a little shocked.

"Why is Carly tiny? And here?"

[crwdsourcedname]

"She says her name is Fris!"

"It is Fris!" Fris said. "And I'm not tiny, you're tiny! Wait, why are you guys all babysitter age instead of parent age?"