AN-Hey, sorry these oneshots have all been future oriented lately. It's just I do the requests in the order I get them, and I had a whole bunch of future ones in a row.

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Tie

"You almost ready to go, Sam?" Freddie called upstairs to his wife as he finished tying his tie.

"Yeah!" Sam yelled back down to him.

"Hey," Carly smiled as she walked into the Benson's house. "Wow, you look all fancy. You and Sam going out?"

"Yeah, sort of," Freddie nodded. "We're actually going to meet Gibby and Tasha and Emma and Quincy for dinner at that new French place that just opened up by the car dealership."
"Oh, sounds fun," Carly said. "Any reason why?"

"Well you know, since Emma and Quincy are getting married in a few months, we figured it would be nice to have a little family dinner," Freddie told her.

"Yeah," Sam said coming down stairs wearing a nice dress and heels. "Plus we convinced Gibby to pay, which means I'm ordering three of everything."

"Sam," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, we're paying for the wedding!" Sam said. "I think those two can afford to feed me for one night."

"I thought you guys were splitting the cost of the wedding," Carly pointed out.

"We are," Freddie said.

"Well…Tasha's a supermodel," Sam said. "They've got plenty of money anyway."

"True," Carly grinned.

"We need to get going," Freddie said, pulling on his jacket. "The reservations are in twenty minutes, you know."

"Okay, okay, let's go," Sam said. "God forbid we're two minutes late."

"Have fun," Carly laughed.

"Where are they?" Freddie asked, looking at his watch. "They're ten minutes late!"

"Relax, they're probably out in the parking lot now, making out or something," Gibby said, not looking up from his menu.

"Gibby!" Freddie exclaimed. "Must you?"

"Must I what?" Gibby asked, looking confused.

"Look, there they are now," Tasha said.

"Hey, sorry we're late," Quincy said as him and Emma took their seats at the table.

"Yeah, we had…car trouble," Emma said.

"Sure, that's why your lipsticks smeared," Sam said under her breath, causing Emma to blush.

"So, this is fun," Freddie said, clearly wanting to change the subject. "Our two families out for a delicious dinner. And in just a couple months, we'll be one big family!"

"Yeah, we'll practically be cousins!" Gibby said, grinning at Sam and Freddie.

"No we won't," Sam said.

"Um, anyway," Quincy said. "Emma and I finally managed to finish picking out the menu for the wedding reception."

"There's five different types of meat," Emma said.

"Nice," Sam said, high-fiving her daughter.

"What about your dress, Emma?" Tasha asked.

"What about it?" Emma asked.

"Did you pick one out yet?"

"Um…no, not yet," Emma said.

"I thought you guys all went shopping for one on Friday," Freddie said.

"We did," Sam said. "And Ashton and Clarissa both found their future wedding dresses, but Emma couldn't find the right one, so we're gonna go again next weekend."

"You should go to Phillip's Bridal Rental," Gibby said. "That's where I always got my dresses for iCarly."

The rest of the table stared at him.

"What? They're cheap!" Gibby defended.

Once the party had placed its orders, Sam and Emma began discussing the latest statistics on their favorite fighter and Tasha began fussing over Quincy's new haircut.

"I hope the chicken at this place is good," Gibby said.

"Uh-huh," Freddie said, staring at his daughter and her fiancé across the table. "Dude, your son hasn't stopped playing footsies with Emma since they got here, you know."

"So?" Gibby frowned. "Do you want to play footsies? Because I don't usually do that, but if you really want to-"

"No!" Freddie snapped. "I was just-Never mind."

"So, Emma, Quincy," Sam said. "Did you two ever find an apartment for after your wedding yet? I mean, the one you two have now's a little small, isn't it?"

"Yeah, we did actually find one," Quincy said. "The problem is, we won't be able to movie into it until about three weeks after the wedding, and we're supposed to be moving out of our old one the day after the wedding."

"Hey, that's no big deal," Freddie said. "You guys can stay at our place in Emma and Ashton's old room."

"Hey!" Gibby said indignantly. "What if I wanted them to live at my place?"

"Well, our place is closer to Emma's job and Quincy's job," Freddie pointed out. "If they stayed at your place, they'd have an extra ten minutes to drive each day."

"But your place doesn't have a hot tub, now does it?" Gibby retorted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, if Emma and Quincy are staying with anyone, it's us," Sam said.

"Thank you, Sam," Freddie said.

"I just don't want to lose an argument to Gibby," Sam whispered to him.

"But out house has the perfect guest room we can set up for them," Tasha said.

"We have faster Wi-Fi then you!" Freddie argued.

"I'll give them both free backrubs everyday!" Gibby said.

"Um, should we tell them that Ashton and Clarissa already said we could take the third bedroom in their new apartment?" Quincy whispered to Emma.

"Nah," Emma said, happily watching the scene as she grabbed a breadstick. "This is sort of funny."