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

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!]

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Like a toucan and overly-sugary breakfast cereals, Karla was following her nose towards something delicious. Poking her head through the common room doorway, she got almost starry-eyed at the wide expanse of chicken available.

"That's a lot of chicken," she noted. Helpfully. "...You sharing?"

Freddie swiveled his camera over to point at Karla.

"Well, that depends on your definition of share," Freddie said. "Say hello to the internet, Karla."

"Hello internet," Karla said with a wave, attention very clearly on the table of chicken and not the camera. "And my definition of share involves whatever it needs to for me to get some of that chicken."

It took her a second, but finally she figured out what going on. "Is this your show thing? Does it always involve dinner?"

Because if it did, Karla was going to start crashing far more often.

"That depends on your definition of 'dinner'," Sam said, sensing a threat to her getting all the chicken.

She possibly should have thought this whole "chicken fight" concept through more thoroughly.

"You guys are pretty big on the whole 'depends on your definition' thing, aren't you?" Karla noted. "Right now, I'm happy to settle for dinner being defined at chicken. Mmm. It smells delicious."

And if on cue, her stomach growled. See? She was huuuungry!

"Alright, I didn't wanna do this," that was a lie, "but you've forced my hand." Sam rolled up her sleeves and cracked her knuckles.

"You can have some chicken. But you've gotta go through me, first."

"Sam!" Carly said warningly from the TV.

"Aw, come on, Carls, the audience will love it!"

Karla started to grin. "Okay, I can do--err."

She stopped and looked very uncertain. "Is it all right if I use Craft?"

Because, you know, she totally would. But maybe Sam and Freddie would have a problem with that? Or something?

"Like the cheese?" Sam asked.

Look, her mind was in a very particular place just now.

"...There's magical cheese?" Karla asked, now completely confused.

Well, if anything was going to distract Sam from fighting. . . .

"Dude, really? Does it come in a can?"

"I don't know!" Karla said, still utterly baffled. "I'm asking you!"

Maybe she could just steal a little bit of chicken and Sam wouldn't notice.

PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE CHICKEN FLOATING BEHIND SAM'S BACK!

"Well then what the hell kind of good are you?"

Sam was a master of diplomacy, really.

"Look, do you wanna do a chicken fight, or not?"

Karla was just going to raise an eyebrow at that.

And change the direction of the piece of chicken she'd been floating to send it sailing at Sam's head.

"I could handle a chicken fight, I think," she said innocently.

"Woo!" Sam cheered, and dove for one of the tables -- thus managing to move out of the path of the flying chicken.

The chicken fight was on.

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