Jacoby nodded in agreement when his mate asked to borrow the book, like he had any reason not to let Evan read it. He had already finished it (twice, actually) since Christmas, but he resisted telling Evan so. Instead he just shrugged and reminded his friend that his things were Evan's things.
Jacoby's eyes absolutely lit up at the word "sweets" and the rest of the sentence was completely lost on him. "Sweets?! Were they good? Do you have any left?..." He trailed off as he examined Evan's extremities even closer, checking for places he might be keeping candy. The idea that not everyone carries sweets with them at all times was lost on the poor boy.