"That's the question." He stabs at a piece of bell pepper, scooping up rice with it. "Man cannot live on cucumber alone - I learned that the hard way a few years ago. But flowers..."

He shrugs. The reality is, flowers are better if there's someone to enjoy them with. He can appreciate intellectually the need for pollination and saving the bees, but the true appeal of a garden full of flowers is being able to put a bouquet on the table or laying a rose on Scully's pillow.

"They don't do much," Mulder finishes, deciding that's the safest route. "Even if you're sick of zucchini bread by October, you made something out of it."