"Sounds interesting." Hard to picture, for that matter - bananas are so bland that he can't quite marry the tastes. Maybe it just curves the same way.

Scully's looking at him, and they might as well be touching, with the way her gaze penetrates. For a moment, he's tempted to reach for her hand, or bump his foot against hers under the table. He doesn't, but he thinks about it for a moment while her blue eyes weigh and measure him for reasons unknown.

"It might be." With a shrug, he adds, "I get the feeling I don't qualify for top-secret clearance here, if they're confining you to the tedious stuff."