Pouring

"So you see how the male elephant is offering the female a peanut?" Spencer said to Freddie as the two sat on the couch, watching the Nature Channel. "That means he's-"

"Is there anything else on?" Freddie exclaimed.

"Just a bunch of cooking channels and that show about those kids in a tree house," Spencer replied.

"Man, Carly's lucky," Freddie sighed. "They probably have better shows on right now in Yakima."

"Yeah, probably," Spencer yawned. "Well, since you turned off my elephants, I'm going to go take a nap. Do you see the cereal?"

"Why do you need cereal to-"

"Got it!" Spencer said happily, grabbing a box of fiber nuts from the counter, and with that, he retreated back to his room.

Freddie rolled his eyes and grabbed his laptop. He had just begun making a few changes to the iCarly site when the door flew open and a soaking wet Sam walked in.

"Sam! Why are you wet?" Freddie asked, jumping up to see his girlfriend.

"Because," Sam snapped. "It's pouring out! Haven't you looked out the window recently?"

Freddie turned to look out the window and saw that it was, indeed, pouring down rain.

"Oh."

"I missed the stupid bus, so I had to walk here," Sam continued, ringing out her drenched hair.

"Here," Freddie said, taking off his jacket and draping it over Sam. "You must be freezing."

"No chiz," Sam said.

"Okay," Freddie said. "Why don't you go get some dry clothes from Carly's room and I'll make you some hot soup?"

"Whatever," Sam mumbled as she started up the stairs.

Freddie grabbed a can of Sam's favorite soup, Chunky Meat, from the cabinet, and poured it into a pot. He had just finished heating it up when Sam came down, dressed in a pair of Carly's jeans and one of her Penny T's that read Frosted Chimp on it. She still had Freddie's jacket on.

"Here," he said, sliding the bowl of soup in front of her. "Eat it before you get a cold."

"When did you turn into my wife?" Sam said, shaking her head. But she took the soup anyway.

"You know," Freddie said, grinning. "Now that you're in dry clothes, there really isn't a reason for you to be wearing my jacket anymore, is there?"

Sam shrugged. "I'm keeping it."

"Uh-huh. You're not afraid of it being infested with cooties or anything?"

"Believe me, nub," Sam said. "If I were afraid of your cooties, we wouldn't be doing much of this."

She leaned over across the counter and kissed his lips briefly.

"No," Freddie smiled. "I guess not."

"So it's settled. I'm keeping the jacket."

"Um, how did that settle that?" Freddie asked.

Sam shot him a glance.

"Oh yeah," he said weakly. "That's how."