"I can be convinced to mix Bisquick and water in a bowl, if it's a special occasion." He's not a good cook - never has been, probably never will be. Measuring ingredients is boring; waiting for pots of water to boil is worse. But even on alien planets, there must be convenience food somewhere, and if that includes box mixes for pancakes, he'll consider making Scully breakfast in bed. It's the least he can do in return for convincing his body to shut down for a few hours.

On the other hand, making money here is so easy that he might just hug a few people and never eat at home again. Economics doesn't interest him much more than Julia Child cookbooks, but he can't help but wonder if they end up with runaway inflation, under the circumstances.

Mulder doesn't reach for her hand - he doesn't think to. Instead, he points out the place they're going to and says, "They have some kind of coffee with spices in it. Burns your mouth two different ways."

Does he sound kind of excited for that? He might sound kind of excited for that.