Her plans don't go much further than lazing around like this all day. Eventually, food, and eventually dragging him back to bed, when they need more space for their pursuits. They've always been comfortable in each other's presence, even when they're not doing much. This is just a nicer version of companionable report writing in whoever's hotel room is less gross.

"Mulder, I was a teenager once, you know. Missy and I learned together."

A beat, like she's not sure to divulge this part. It's just faintly embarrassing, thinking back on that, even if it was all in fun. She looks down at the mug, but coffee offers no pattern for divination.

"Actually, she was always mad that I was better at it."