"Oh my god Spencer, that's great!" Carly exclaimed, laughing at what she saw on her laptop screen as she was video-chatting with Spencer. He was in the middle of eating cereal, stopping to make his goofy, excited face and make her laugh. He then stood up, going into a little dance, all the while stuffing his face with his bowl of cereal.

"I'll see you next weekend, then," she said. "By the way, is that cereal?"

"Yuh-huh?" responded Spencer, shoving another spoonful into his already-full mouth.

"Isn't it like midnight over there?"

"Yeah. Oh. Well you see, I needed a bunch of milk cartons to sculpt Mr. Milkety-Milk here, so I bought a bunch of cartons, but then I needed to get rid of all the milk, but then there was no way I was gonna be able to drink all that before the expiration date so I'm basically eating cereal all the time now," said Spencer, still munching. Mr. Milkety-Milk was seen in the background – one fine sculpture that was, one of a big milk carton made out of many smaller milk cartons, with a cute face drawn onto it, too.

"So how much milk have you got left now?"

"Well I ended up buying too much cereal so I bought more milk…"

It was summer, 2018 – Carly in Italy, Sam at art school in LA, Freddie at uni in Boston, each of them getting on with their own lives. It had been a long time since any of the trio had seen each other – with all the distance and time difference, video chats and phone calls had faltered out between Carly and any of the other two, and as for Sam and Freddie, their busy lives had kept them from getting to see each other in person since the killer tuna incident years ago. Things had looked as if something was about to happen there… until Mrs. Benson came into the picture, which meant they never got the chance to get around to that dinner and 'fun' they were supposed to have. Those two still chatted regularly on splash face, but that was about it.

Spencer stayed in Seattle, and he years after the last webisode of iCarly did him good as an artist. And now, finally, he was getting to have his work displayed at a real museum. And this time, everything was arranged in the way things were supposed to be. No sneaking in, no Gibby distraction, no abrupt kissing, no messing around. In fact, it wasn't just one of his sculptures getting displayed – the whole exhibition was going to be his own, with his name in the title and all. Finally he would make his father and grandfather proud. (Well, it would be more of a "HAH! In your face! And you said I shouldn't have dropped out of law school" sort of moment than a warm, 'Son, I am so proud of you' sort, but you get the point.)

"Okay then, I gotta get going. Good night," said Carly.

Spencer said bye, ended the call, picked up his bowl of cereal and went to his bedroom. Wait – on second thought – he ran back to get the olive oil from the countertop – he lived on his own now, he could do whatever he wanted, walk around naked, have fun with the oil anywhere in the apartment, if you know what I mean…

—

While Spencer was getting ready to go to sleep, it was morning in Italy, and Carly was going out to see Alberto, her new boyfriend. It was going to be their third date now, and she thought he was nice. She sat at the café they were going to meet at, and as she waited for him, she decided to look up flights going to Seattle for Spencer's exhibition that weekend. She was so excited – it was the first time going back after she had moved to Italy, and she was looking forward to seeing everything that she missed so much. It wasn't that she wasn't having a good time in Italy, because she was, but there were still some things she missed.

"Buongiorno, Principessa!"

"Hey!"

It was Alberto, and Carly greeted him with a huge smile, but before he could casually kiss her, she gave him a big hug, laughing awkwardly. As much as she wanted to deny it, she was having a problem. He was really cute and nice and all, but she just wasn't… attracted to him. Lots of boys she met here were that way. She wanted a cute and nice boyfriend, and she met a bunch of boys who were really cute and nice, like Alberto was, but she could never find herself really attracted to any of them, so none of the 'relationships' she had had since she got here in Italy could ever last very long.

By the time Carly's awkward laughter was faltering out, Alberto broke the awkward silence:

"…So, I wasn't meaning to pry but you're looking up plane tickets?"

"Oh, yeah. It's just gonna be a short trip. My brother's an artist, and he's having this big exhibition and he wants me to come."

"Excited about going back home?"

"Yeah. It's the first time since I moved here, and there's just so much to look forward to, you know? I think I'll visit my old school too, and there was this smoothie place that me and my friends always went to…"

Carly's eyes lit up as she started talking about all the things she missed, and she couldn't stop talking once she started.

"…And even this hideous doorman we used to hate, I think I kinda miss– oh, I'm so sorry. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about now. I got carried away."

"I'm happy to see that you're so happy." Alberto smiled. He was so cute when he did that. And he was really sweet. They had stopped talking, and their faces were slowly moving closer and closer…

"Aw, you're so sweet!" Carly exclaimed in his face, probably a little too much in his face, pinching his cheek and shaking it, probably a little too hard. "Why, why, why?! Why am I not attracted to this cute boy?" she thought to herself. Alberto was still cute, still smiling at her, rubbing his cheek. She smiled back, ruffled his hair again, and forced out a laugh.