Halloween,' Mulder announced, as if she could have somehow missed the
wave of candy corn and fake spiders that had been steadily taking over
every office in the building.
She nodded, unimpressed.
'Are you doing anything tonight, Scully?' Mulder asked her this on occasion, and it always gave her the impression he was measuring his lack of a social life against her own. She was unsure what her answers meant to him, but there was usually no visible change in him upon hearing her reply.
'No,' she told him, and for once he seemed cheered by her response.
'Would you have dinner with me?' he asked.
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