"Very well," he mutters in agreement, sipping at his drink.

While Jim looked at the stalls from afar, Sam's eyes were more intent on watching what was in front of him. His lips quirked up into a small smile behind the cup, taking in the profile of Kirk's bare face, watching how intent he was in finding their 'supplies' so that he could get them home in a quick manner. Course as soon as he saw Jim turning his gaze towards him, Sam directed his sight elsewhere, pretending that he was equally looking. Honestly he didn't know why he did, just out of habit to not get caught staring at someone. So after a moment he looks back, noticing Jim looking at him and gives a smile in return.

"A whole gallon? Not sure that will last, but I suppose I shouldn't get too spoiled."