"Putting a lot of trust in me, Scully," he teases. Not just in his ability to select colors that'll flatter her, but to know what's likely to fit - when to err towards medium, when to err toward small. For a moment, he wonders - does she know? He's going to have to be more careful. "I'll stay around here."

He's no more excited to have to page her than she is, after all.

And anyway, there's an interesting challenge to recreating Scully's wardrobe. Nothing garish, but there's room for a few tasteful rhinestones, the occasional pattern. He finds five or six possibilities for her and hopes he's stretched out the search long enough that he won't be at loose ends while she gets everything else.