Gwen / Sirius
One time she saw slices of peanut butter that came in a pack. Like processed American cheese squares. Just like that. It was such a betrayal to all things good in the world. It made her buy two extra jars of real peanut butter and go on a rant at her friends about the state of the world and they had no idea what she was talking about but fuck all if that had stopped her. And that was probably one of the reasons she and Sirius got along so well.
"Mole asses. Yes, that's what it is. And if it's not that's what it's going to be from now on," she said, knowing full well he meant molasses but was making the executive decision that it was changing immediately because Mole asses was infinitely better. "We're gonna get some treacle made and you're gonna try Nutella as soon as we can get our hands on it. Maybe those guys who run the Bodega have some." It'd be worth asking anyway.
"Until then, we gotta dance. It's probably a rule at this party that we dance, right?"