Gwen / Sirius
There was probably a lot better out there than bringing back a ton of condiments. But that was to some sort of mature people, most likely.
To Sirius, who so often had a one track mind, who was determined until he found success, coming back with condiments was literally the only thing he was going to want to do for the next week. "I love hot sauce," he noted. Had he said that before? He wasn't sure. "Spreads," he repeated nodding. It wasn't like wizards didn't have condiments and spreads and the like. They were just -- different. Generally less exciting, if he was being honest. That was the problem with a community that chose to stay closed off and refused to make any changes. "Wait, what's Nutella?" He asked, mouth full of hot dog. "Oh! Have you ever had treacle? It's one of my favorites."