A/N: Just a thought I had while drinking some hot cocoa.
Disclaimer: So not mine.. dammit.
"Scully..."
"Yes Mulder?"
"Have you ever noticed that when you finish a cup of hot cocoa that the remnants at the bottom resemble the black oil?"
"Mulder I beg of you, shut up."
"I'm serious Scully."
"Are you honestly trying to tell me that there is a government conspiracy behind powdered hot cocoa."
"Yes."
"And how do you intend to prove this."
"We--, Well. I don't know, but I do know we are never buying powdered hot cocoa mix again."
"Whatever you say Mulder."
"Are you ignoring me?"
"Pretty much."
"What's so important that you can't listen to your live in mate discuss the possibilities of a government conspiracy."
"Okay, one you need to come up with a new term for the two of us and secondly, the New York Times crossword puzzle."
"Hey, I wanted to do that!"
"Come up with a better term then live in mate and I might let you have the rest of it."
"How 'bout wife?"
"Mulder are you purposing?"
"That depends, are you gonna say yes."
"Yes to the man who was just talking about a Government Conspiracy that involves hot cocoa, if I said yes to that I'd need my brain checked."
"I'll call a psychiatrist tomorrow."
A/N 2: Sorry nothing but dialogue, but I thought it worked. Let me know what you think.