Zach stared at the picture of what looked like pastel coloured chicks glued together at the hip. He'd never seen anything quite like them and was perfectly flummoxed as to where he'd even go about shopping for them. Deciding there was nothing else for it, he took up the picture and headed out in search.
After five different confectionaries, he was lucky enough to stumble upon an American couple visiting on holiday, the wife more than happy to expound on the virtues of something called "Peeps." His moment of elation plummetted however, when the shopkeeper piped in and told him they weren't sold anywhere in the UK.
Two hours later, he returned to the flat with three bags full, having emptied out the first shop he'd come to of them. Thankfully, the dubious foodstuffs didn't seem to be much the worse for wear having Apparated with him back from America.
Just as he set the bag down, his wand vibrated and he sighed. Picking up a nearby quill, he dashed off a note at the bottom of Debi's.
Hope these will suit, love. I didn't have much choice of colour, but one shop is now entirely devoid of your Peeps. I've been called back to St. Mungos, hopefully not for long.