"Slam dunk," he suggests, giving the chicken a canny look. It's frozen, or at least frozen-ish, but it also obviously thawed at some point - it's probably for the best that it's solid right now, because otherwise it'd be rank. Maybe not morgue levels of bad, but definitely not great. And, in order to facilitate her point-scoring, he comes a couple steps closer. "C'mon, Scully, nothing but net."

It's ridiculous, and he knows it. But hearing her laugh has yet to lose its novelty.