A/N: Ok, so this really isn't my best X-F fic, but whatever. I'm kind of fond of it. That's….pretty much it. Review, if you feel up to it.
It was about 3:30 in the afternoon on a Sunday, and Mulder hadn't called yet. Scully assumed that he would have called if anything was wrong, and as he hadn't called, everything must be okay. But then again, he called when things were fine, too. And when he was bored, hoping to draw amusement from listening to Scully talk. As he hadn't called, Scully drew the conclusion that Mulder was, in some way, entertained. Scully, more frustrated than entertained by thinking about this (and even less amused with channel surfing) decided to call Mulder herself.
"Mulder." He answered the phone as he normally did, which didn't suggest something was wrong. One could never tell, however, with his monotone.
"Mulder, it's me. Listen, I was…" It suddenly occurred to Scully that she hadn't called Mulder with a prepared reason for doing so. "I…saw this article in…" she shuffled through some of her magazines, searching for something with an article that would interest him. "National Geographic that-"
"Talks about the possibility of life on Mars? I know."
"Mulder, I didn't know you got National Geographic!"
"Oh, I don't. I just saw it on the cover of this month's issue."
"Where?"
"In between 'People' and 'Time'."
"…. Mulder, where are you?"
"The grocery store. I don't go, usually, except literally all I had at home was a bag of flour and some expired hot sauce. Even I can't live on that, Scully."
"Why did you have a bag of flour? "
"Baking is a secret hobby of mine, Scully," Mulder said sarcastically.
Scully laughed. "Baking with hot sauce."
"Now there's an idea. I can survive on hot sauce and flour. I'll just put all this actual, substantial food back, and make hot sauce cookies. Come over later, you can try one."
"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure you need milk and eggs to make cookies. That, and I've got some knitting to do."
"Scully, I may know very little about how you spend your free time, but I know you are not a knitter."
Scully grinned. "Secret hobby. I was just calling about the article, so I'll let you get to your shopping."
"Right. See you tomorrow." Hanging up the phone, Mulder looked in his cart. It contained five pizza Lunchables™, a carton of orange juice, a jar of green olives, several individual cups of Ramen, a bag of marshmallows, waffles (the cheap, non-brand name kind), tomato paste (just in case), and some Coco Puffs. "Substantial, my ass," he muttered to himself as he pushed his cart to the check out.