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.

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[randomspanish]

It was a rare occurrence for Freddie to just come in the front door of Casa Shay, but today was one of those days. He opened the door and shut it behind himself, even latching the security chain.

"Hide me," he said, exasperated. "She's trying to give me a full set of vaccine boosters before I leave. And not in the arm."

[hurtingzeebo]

"You're not even leaving the country," Carly pointed out.

Sam, of course, was diplomatic as always. "Awwww, is widdle Fweddie allergic to the East Coast?"

[randomspanish]

"I am not," Freddie protested, relaxing a bit when he didn't hear the voice of his mother right outside the apartment door.

"But apparently aggressive parenting dot com told her that it was important private school preparation. Don't even get me started on--"

He sniffed the air.

"Did Spencer set something on fire again?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"He made me a going away present," Sam explained.

"I can't believe you're both leaving me!" Carly flopped back melodramatically on the couch. "I'm going to have to spend all my time hanging out with Gibby!"