He looks up at the sound of her footsteps, then glances around the kitchen. Most of what needs to be done has been done, actually, and it didn't take that long. (He will learn absolutely nothing from this fact.) Admittedly, it's not like the kitchen could be described as clean, but it's functional in a way it wasn't, twelve hours ago.

"Do you know how to make rice?" It's about the only thing he can think of besides firing up the grill, and that's definitely his job. Mastering fire and forcing it to do his bidding - namely, sear the meat of his choice - gives him a petty glee he can't really explain to anyone who wasn't around in 1993. Which is to say, Scully will get it, if she asks.