"Soup and dumplings," he agrees. Food worth eating on a night worth remembering - better this one than all the worst of their lives, when she was abducted and when she was comatose, when she was dying and when the in vitro failed. Mulder's not about to bury the bad times, but if he's going to commemorate anything, it's going to be something good. "And telling you I love you. I'll tell you every day if that's what you want."

Of course, that assumes they can say it every day without getting tired of it - or worse, without having to stop for Scully to sob into his chest. His fingers play with the hair at the nape of her neck. "Think you can stand a bad movie tonight? Or should we move straight to the part where I try to sweet-talk you into bed with me?"