He does a double-take, a somewhat delighted grin spreading across his face. Doesn't matter if it's a serious offer or not; he appreciates the sense of humor behind it, and the sentiment it expresses. "True enough."

He pitches the plum pit into the nearest trash receptacle and sucks the lingering juice off his fingers, perhaps not as dirtily as he once might've, and takes a few steps closer, enough to non-verbally indicate his willingness to trail along. "I'm fine with stocking up now, as long as I don't end up with more than I can use before it spoils." Jim absolutely abhors food waste to a truly drastic extent, though he hides it pretty well.