"No, no, you're right. We'll get something." As though his sink isn't full of dirty dishes right now, he adds, "We have a grill out back - let's make chicken."

(He's forgotten about the dishes for the moment, the idea sort of out of sight, out of mind. Besides, he knows what Scully likes, and chicken breast with grilled vegetables will probably be a winner here.)

Once they're in the car, and her clothing's in the expansive backseat, he pauses. "Anything else you want to stop for?"