𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 ── iCarly

𝘪𝘪. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵

 "THANKS FOR HELPING me with dinner, girls. God knows what Spencer is doing to help out."

After they did their show, Carly, Sam, and Freddie (who was in the bathroom) came down to help Daphne with dinner because Spencer was busy doing who knows what. The younger teens didn't mind helping out the young woman, as they love her cooking.

"No problem, Daphne," Carly smiled as she mixed the salad. "We don't mind helping out."

Daphne returned Carly's smile as she and Sam began setting up the dinner table with plates and silverware. As they were doing so, Freddie returned from his bathroom break.

"What up, my peeps?" he greets with a smile.

"Wow, that greeting was uncool in so many ways," Sam deadpans the boy. 

"Yeah, well uncool is the new cool."

"Wow, that comeback was uncool in so many ways."

This caused another argument between the two as Carly and Daphne shared an annoyed look with each other. Daphne loved them both and knows they're good friends with one another (sometimes) but she never understood why Sam hated Freddy as much as she did. Carly, having enough off the two arguing, grabbed a spray bottle and sprayed them both, causing the two to stop and stare at Carly in surprise.

"What did you just do?!"

"What was that?!"

"Oh, see, when you have a cat, that's how you get him to stop misbehaving," Daphne explained like it was nothing. "You just spritz him with some water."

"Well, she can't do that to us," Sam said.

"We're not cats," Freddie agreed. "Why don't you just take the bottle away from her-"

Carly ignored them and sprayed them again. Daphne smiled, shaking her head before grabbing the bowl of spaghetti.

"Spencer, dinnertime!" Daphne called as she placed the bowl on the table as Carly placed the dinner rolls next to it. Daphne looked between Sam and Freddie. "You guys staying for dinner? We've got plenty."

"Yeah," Sam shrugged as she and Freddie joined the two at the table. "I got no place to go and I could never turn down your cooking."

"I'm here. One sec," Spencer greeted, running into the kitchen with a toilet seat. He placed it down before returning. "So, what's for dinner?"

"I asked Daphne if she could make my special spaghetti," Carly smiled as they all sat at the table. The other three let out deflated excitement, stopping once they saw the look Daphne was giving them.

"Hey, nice meatballs, Daph," Freddie complimented, serving himself some spaghetti. 

"Hey, your guys' web show was pretty awesome tonight," Spencer praised the young teens. "I loved how you zoomed in on Lewbert's big old wart! I wonder what would happen if you squeezed that thing? You think some kind of Lewberty goo would squirt out of it?"

Freddie, who was about to take a bite of his food, stopped mid bite before he lowered the fork. Daphne gave Spencer a disgusted look as well, immediately loosing her appetite. One of her biggest peeves at the dinner table was talking about things that are disgusting. She refused to eat anything if conversations like that was brought up.

"And I lost my appetite," Daphne grumbled in frustration. She stood up, grabbing some juice for the kids before returning to the table. 

"I just wish we could get more people watching the show," Sam sighed. 

"The same number of people watched "iCarly" this week as last week," Freddie explained to the blonde, passing the bowl to Carly.

"That's the problem," Sam grumbled to the tech producer. "Our show is getting better and better, so more people should be watching it."