Jenlisa Oneshots

"strawberry isn't my favorite."

Jennie thought it would be an easy night when she asked Lisa what she wanted to do for her birthday dinner. Lisa told her she just wanted to stay in and have Jennie cook her favorite meal followed by a pint of her favorite ice cream while they watch Harry Potter for the fiftieth time.

Jennie didn't know she'd get some of the details wrong, though.

The dinner part of the night is easy enough.

Lisa's favorite meal is her mom's tortilla soup and chicken quesadillas, a comfort food that Lisa always asks for whenever she's home. Lisa's mom gave Jennie the recipe a year into their relationship because she knew how useful it would be (and also because she got tired of having to make it so much, so she figured she'd leave that job up to Jennie now.)

Dinner goes well and Lisa eats her fill, telling Jennie she likes her soup better than her mom's, but Jennie knows it's a white lie for her benefit. The two taste exactly the same, but the atmosphere of eating it at home with her family on a cold Jersey night will always mean her mom's is slightly better.

The movie part is easy as well, Lisa bought duplicates of every one to keep at Jennie's, so all she has to do is find it in the mess of movies on her unorganized shelf and stick it in the DVD player.

The ice cream part is what Jennie gets wrong and she can't believe it.

It should've been the easiest part, all she had to do was buy Lisa's favorite brand from the store.

Apparently it isn't that easy, though.

Lisa's settled on the couch with the title menu for The Order of the Phoenix queued up on the TV when Jennie walks in with the container of strawberry ice cream and two spoons.

The curious look she gets from Lisa when she notices the ice cream throws her for a loop. "What's wrong?" Jennie asks her cautiously.

"Strawberry isn't my favorite."

Lisa doesn't say it in a snotty way, like she can't believe Jennie would mess up the one thing she actually wanted for her birthday. In fact, she says it casually as she reaches for the carton and digs her spoon in, like she's confused why Jennie would think this is her favorite, but it's ice cream after all, so she isn't going to complain.

"What are you talking about? Yes it is," Jennie insists, completely at a loss for how she could've gotten this wrong.

She's known Lisa's favorite flavor of ice cream since their third date when she ordered a cone for them to share as they walked the boardwalk. It's the same ice cream she's ordered every time since. Jennie's always loved that they had the same favorite ice cream, so she doesn't understand why Lisa's suddenly saying it isn't.

"It is not," Lisa tells her again, with a laugh this time.

Still, Lisa doesn't seem bothered. She seems perfectly content to eat the ice cream anyway and presses play on the movie, an excited glint in her eye like she can't already quote the entire thing.

Jennie isn't going to let it go so easily, though.

She reaches over for the remote and pauses the movie again, ignoring the complaining 'hey' she gets from Lisa.

"What do you mean strawberry ice cream isn't your favorite?"

"It's really not a big deal, sweetheart," Lisa mumbles around another spoonful.

"It is, though," Jennie insists, determined not to let this go until she figures out what's going on. "Lisa, you order strawberry ice cream every single time we get it. Every time I come to your apartment, there's a carton of it in the freezer. I don't get why you're saying it isn't your favorite when it is."