You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
. . .
"Uh, G-Gamzee? Can you, um, get the peanut butter d-down, uh, if you d-don't mind, I mean..." Tavros asked shyly.
"Sure thing, Tavbro" Gamzee said, pulling out the grape jelly. "Just give me one motherfucking minute"
The lanky young man easily retrieved the peanut butter from the top shelf, handing it to Tavros before taking two pieces of bread from the loaf sitting on the counter between the two. The boys busied themselves with making their sandwiches. the peanut butter was nearly gone when Gamzee and Tavros exchanged condiments. Not thinking of the mess it would make, Gamzee stuck part of his hand in the jar alongside the butter knife. Once he removed it, his thumb had a dollop of peanut butter sticking to it. He smiled and wiped the peanut butter onto Tavros's nose, much to his surprise.
"There," he said bending down to admire his artwork on the smaller boy's face. "Now you can be the peanut butter to my motherfucking jelly, bro"
"Well, um, only if you're the, uh, jelly to my peanut b-butter" and with that Tavros dabbed some some jelly onto Gamzee's nose.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Tavbro"