"All right, all right." He puts his hands up, too obviously amused to be disappointed. "I'll wait on the mink stole and the silk evening gown."
It wouldn't be Scully if she actually cared about this stuff anyway. Her goal, so far as he can tell, has always been to dress exactly well enough to be seen as well-dressed, without getting to the point of drawing attention to herself for it. (With some exceptions, of course - she knows how to pick lingerie to keep his eyes fixed on her - but all those exceptions are off-limits as well.) The temptation to try and spoil her for whatever time they have together is a coping mechanism for the knowledge that, at some point, she'll vanish and leave him alone again. Letting it go beyond a joke isn't wise.
Once they're finished eating, he adds the dish to the pile and goes to slip on a pair of running shoes. And, to ensure the subject drifts away from how much money can Mulder spend on the houseguest he's utterly besotted with, he adds, "When we get back, remind me to show you the garden."
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It wouldn't be Scully if she actually cared about this stuff anyway. Her goal, so far as he can tell, has always been to dress exactly well enough to be seen as well-dressed, without getting to the point of drawing attention to herself for it. (With some exceptions, of course - she knows how to pick lingerie to keep his eyes fixed on her - but all those exceptions are off-limits as well.) The temptation to try and spoil her for whatever time they have together is a coping mechanism for the knowledge that, at some point, she'll vanish and leave him alone again. Letting it go beyond a joke isn't wise.
Once they're finished eating, he adds the dish to the pile and goes to slip on a pair of running shoes. And, to ensure the subject drifts away from how much money can Mulder spend on the houseguest he's utterly besotted with, he adds, "When we get back, remind me to show you the garden."