You got the beer part right. Only it's less beer and more scotch and bourbon here.

[ he's about to reply to the lunch meat part when jim's answer sidetracks him, and his attention snaps at jim in an instant, minutely scowling. what are you doing? has he fucked up this much from a little slip up in their last conversation? no other reason even occurs to him. ]

Spock should be fine, Jim. He's a grown man and everything. [ he's got his girlfriend and things and he's Vulcan. ] There's bread here, though.