Mm... fruit tarts.

Freddie stretches his arms as he sits on the living room sofa. "So... how was your day?" He questions Carly.

Carly takes a pie crust out of the refrigerator. "It was the same ol'. Remember I said Spencer was exercising earlier today?"

"Yeah." He says nonchalantly.

"Well, when I came home from school, and you were at your fencing practice, I saw him in these hideous stretchy rainbow gym clothes." She grimaces. "Anyway... we were supposed to go see a movie, but y'know, he had to finish his face creation... thing and so we couldn't go. I was going to make spaghetti and tacos for dinner in turn of Spencer taking me to the movie, but now..." She shrugs.

"So, no spaghetti and tacos?" Freddie frowns.

"I'll make fruit tarts for just now. Okay? I'm working on them." She says as she walks around the kitchen preparing the dish.

"Then, what is for dinner?" Freddie asks.

Carly stops what she's doing and looks at him. "You don't live here." She puts her hands on her hips.

"Yeah..." He trails off.

Carly sighs playfully. "Sam does." She smiles and goes back to her tarts.

"Yeah, she pretty much does." Freddie laughs. One second later he gasps. "Sam!!"

Carly spins around stunned. "What?! What about Sam?"

"It was her!! She put the mud in my shoes!" Freddie confidently accuses.

"Oh..." Carly looks down suddenly remembering something.

Freddie notices the change in Carly's mood. "What?"

"Uh, nothing." Carly tells him.

Freddie's eyes furrow. "You know something, don't you?"

"Nope!" She quickly says. "I need... to get back to the fruit tarts."

"The fruit tarts can wait." Freddie says as seriously as he can.

Carly puts on an 'I'm innocent' face. "Really, Freddie. It's nothing. Forget it."

He gets up and walks towards Carly. "Does it have something to do with Sam? Did she tell you she was going to do this? I'm right, aren't I? It was her!"

Carly pouts for being forced to tell. "Yes I do know! She told me earlier in class she was going to do something to your shoes. She told me dirt, but..."

"It was mud!!" Freddie says angrily.

"Right." Carly pauses. "Sorry, I forgot about it." She quickly apologizes.

"Yeah, well thanks. Does me a lot of good." He says sarcastically.

"No need to get mad about it. I didn't do it." She says defiantly.

"You're still to blame. If you told me ahead of time, then I could've saved my shoes before she got to them." He goes back to the sofa and drops his body down on it in a huff. "They were my favorite shoes."

"I forgot." He doesn't respond to this. "... I am sorry, Freddie. Can I make it up to you by giving you a fruit tart when I'm done?" She says hopefully.

Freddie shifts a bit in his seat. "I... guess." He pauses. "Ah, I can't stay mad at you. I love you."

"Freddie!" Carly says sternly.

"Yeah, I know." Freddie says.