Jesse was happy to take the drink off of Sam's hands. Swirling the liquid around in the cup some, he lifted it to his lips to take a sip. All the while, however, he had flashed a mischievous smirk over his cup over to the other guy. He didn't mind him eating the chocolates (Hell, they were his, weren't they?), but the whole salty and sweet correlation didn't go past him unnoticed. If he only had the chocolate, he'd be wanting the chips any moment afterwards.
He pushed off the wall once Sam was finished with making his drink, and followed him back out into the other room to flop down on the couch. He did make sure to put his cup on the table before sitting down, however, and therefore skipped over a possible opportunity to spill it.
"Boondock Saints. Violence and no love story and all that. It is exactly what you requested of me," Jesse described as he leaned forward for the remote and his drink. And then he hit play.