Microwave Woes
"I wish we could have a microwave in here," Scully said wistfully to the room at large.
"…Okay," Mulder commented, looking at her through his eyelashes.
"Why can't we have one in here, anyway?" Scully turned to Mulder, very businesslike.
"Well," he cleared his throat, "it's against Bureau policy."
Scully raised an eyebrow. To Mulder's surprise, it descended to its natural position without a remark from its owner.
"Your eyebrow didn't talk," he said ruefully.
"It's got a mind of its own, independent from mine," Scully answered, her thoughts far away. "I still wish we had a microwave."
Mulder watched the eyebrow. "Why?"
"I've got a craving for popcorn." She sighed despairingly. "There's a bag sitting in my desk drawer, shiny, compact, just begging to be popped. I can't stop thinking about it."
"Oh." Mulder's own eyebrows went up. "Why don't you go to the break room and pop it?"
"Because I'd have to go to the break room and pop it."
"Ohhh," said Mulder knowingly. "You'd like to have the freedom and convenience to pop your very own popcorn in the privacy of your office."
Scully's eyebrow shot up again. "Mulder, why are you so immature?"
"I'm immature?" Mulder gasped in shock.
"I'm going to bring in a microwave tomorrow," Scully said pensively, her previous inquiry forgotten.
"I thought your eyebrow had a mind of its own?"
"Oh, that. I crushed it."
A/N: Thanks for the reviews…and sorry for the accent confusion…:-/