"Now, about that sandwich, woman!" Mulder picked up one of the freshly-tossed rubber gloves and twirled it above his head. His simpering smile grew larger. What was she supposed to make his sandwich with? Though the fridge was plugged in and running, it was totally bare.

Scully came back into view, just in time for Mulder to take aim and fling the right hand glove above her lovely titian head. "Your aim is as crack as ever."

With a wink and a grin, Mulder said, "I was aiming for your crown, Princess." He hopped off the countertop. "We should do a little food shopping. Together, Laura."

"I'm heading to San Diego for the analysis. I'll leave grocery acquisition to you. Since you seem to be fully embracing the spirit of domesticity, Mulder."

Rolling his mirthful eyes, he reiterated, "Rob!" And he wondered aloud, "Is pizza delivery CC and Rs-sanctioned? Hmm… Time to test the waters."

Scully veered in close enough to whisper in his left ear, "Don't forget garlic knots." In the spirit of their undercover playacting, she gave the shell of his ear a peck.

Mulder snagged her arm at the precise moment she moved to swerve away. "One, possibly two pizzas, minus chloral hydrate, and garlic knots. You got it, Laura." He avidly returned Scully's mildly romantic gesture by taking her in his arms, skillfully dipping and snapping her up. The flash of her red hair was like waving a red cape. No woman could compete with his Scully. "Garlic's aphrodisiacal properties are highly respected due to its appreciable allicin content. Which, under these circumstances, calls for placing a double order of knots." Waggling his eyebrows, he rakishly continued, "We'll make it a real red hot night, wifey."

After worming her way out pf Mulder's bearish, octopus-like grip, Scully barreled for the front door with the ziplock bagged gloppy garbage sample. Before heading out, and with a stoic straight face, she promised, "In your dreams, poopy-head." Before closing it, she reminded, "Extra cheese on my pizza, Rob." She blew him a flurry of theatrical kisses, made a mock lovey-dovey face, then abruptly shut the door behind her.

Mulder muttered a slew of iffy words as he stared at the closed door. "Admit it, Scully, one day we won't be playing house. We'll own one. The one we'll call home. At least I want to believe we will." Casually, he went off to the garage to rummage, intent on finding something that would buck the CC&Rs. When he saw the kitschy plastic pink flamingo and seized it, he triumphantly exclaimed, "Eureka! This should do it!"

Planting it firmly on the edge of the garden lawn, a defiant 'Rob Petrie' challenged, "Bring it!"