It was a cold, unmistakably stormy night which should have been spent curling up by the fire when Louis suddenly appeared infront of me with a bowl of jelly.
Of course, this was disconcerting to me, because Louis never made anything edible - literally. Burned, undercooked, overcooked, exploded, whatnot.
"What is that?" I asked promptly. His face split into an ear-to-ear grin.
"JELLY!" he shouted enthusiastically. Then he noted my wary, curious face. "I didn't make it. But I know you like it, so I bought it!"
"Actually," I said, "I don't like jelly."
Louis's face fell like a bat with broken wings. I could not resist.
"Kidding!" I chirped, slurping up some jelly from the spoon held out to me. "Strawberry, my favorite!"
His smile made it all worth it.