This is an experiment in dialogue. Points if you can guess who's in the conversations!

Disclaimer: Oh, but if I owned them...

"A thick blanket."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah. Curl up in my favorite chair, maybe play a little something on the stereo, maybe a good book. Oh, and of course coffee."

"Nah. Hot tub, set at 104 degrees. Steam's pouring out the sides. Turn off the phones, maybe some good music, and close my eyes."

"In temperatures like that you could only last for a bout fifteen minutes before either falling asleep or overheating, both of which could cause death if you're not careful."

"Hey, I've been in your apartment. Once. I think snowmen on the street corner would find it cozy."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who's being froze out?"

"Oh, Emily's just commenting on the current temperature in my apartment."

"I swear, it's like 12 degrees Kelvin in there. How do you survive?"

"Why do you think I wear sweaters?"

"You're serious, kid? Man, I thought those were because you liked them…"

"Of course, it could also be I'm just sensitive to temperature."

"Actually, Morgan, we were discussing the perfect evening in. Reid said curl up and read; I said quality time in a hot tub."

"Ooh. Hot tub…"

"Stop. Now. Before someone gets hurt."

"And if you weren't smiling, Emily Prentiss, I'd be really, really afraid right now."

"Damn skippy. So, since you're here, let's hear it."

"What?"

"Come on, Morgan. You've got the night off. No phones, no calls to come in, the files are off your desk and the crazy psychos of the world have taken a little hiatus from 'work.' So, what are you up to tonight?"

"Hmm."

"Come on, Morgan—you have nothing planned?"

"Hey, we have a night off? News to me..."

"Yeah, and it's snowing out there, so either hurry this up or someone's taking me home. The train stopped running an hour ago."

"Okay, kid, I'll drop you. But we're picking up Chinese first."

"That's fine, whatev—we're what?"

"Yeah. Chinese. I've seen your place too, Reid—and you need to eat."

"You know what I think about chopsticks."

"That's why Americans invented forks."

"Actually, did you know that the fork was invented by…"

"Hot tub awaits…"

"Night, Emily."

"Night, guys. Good luck…"

"Thanks. Seriously, Morgan, Chinese?"

"It was either that or let Garcia feed you…"

"Better her."

"Hey, baby girl!"

"You bellowed?"

"You cooking tonight?"

"Maybe. Should I set places for two?"

"Three."

"Okay, and when did I decide to have a dinner party?"

"Morgan seems to think I can't eat on my own."

"Oh, cute and handsome thing you are; we all know that cooking just isn't your thing."

"I cook."

"Um, doctor, tossing the cardboard box with potato flakes and rubber chicken into the microwave is not 'cooking.' Nor is running the coffeemaker, which is what you were gonna say next."

"Okay, so I don't cook. Well, anyway."

"Give me a few minutes. I might just have an idea…"

"Pizza?"

"Only if it's homemade, Reid. Only if it's homemade."

"I can make pizza. How hard can it be?"

"Well, kid, I think we're about to find out."