Poisoning
The first time Sam got food poisoning, she claimed it was a betrayal from the Food Gods.
"Or maybe," Freddie said, as he held her hair back as she puked violently into Carly's upstairs toilet. "You got food poisoning from eating mayonnaise that had been sitting outside for the past five hours."
"No way," Sam said weakly. "I've eaten warm mayonnaise plenty of times and nothing like this has ever happened. I'm telling you, Benson, this is a curse from the Food Gods for not eating all of that ham last weekend."
"That ham must have weighed twenty pounds, Sam, if you had finished it you'd be in a pork-induced coma right now."
"Better than feeling like this," she muttered. "You know when Carly's getting back from her grandpa's?"
"No clue; she hasn't answered my text yet. You wanna go lay down on the couch?"
Sam nodded, and Freddie carefully helped her off the bathroom floor.
"Well," he said as he maneuvered Sam downstairs towards the Shay's couch. "Can't say this wasn't an interesting first date, can we?"
Sam showed a small smile. "No, I guess we can't."