"Mulder signed the registration card with a scrawl and
stabbed the pen back in its cradle. 'You hear that, honey? Coffee,
soda, and free breakfast, all yours for the asking.'
Smiling, Mitsi turned away to process his credit card.
Standing close beside him, Scully sighed and eased her weight from one
foot to the other. 'I can't believe I let you talk me into
this,' she whispered.
He grinned impishly as he squeezed her hand. 'I can't
believe you're still complaining about it.'"