"Sure." If it gets that far. By tomorrow, for all they know, she could be gone - though he hopes not. However much he wants the right Scully in the right place, if only so this one can get her chip implanted again, he's too selfish to be happy about the idea. As soon as she's gone, his connection with her vanishes, too.

But for now, she's here, and he's proving reasonably adept at frying eggs. And when he catches her examining him, he can guess why. "Don't worry, I got all the eggshells out."