Title: Chinese Takeout
Prompt: Fortune Cookie
Word Count: 151
Mulder gave up using the chopsticks and dug in with a fork. "You really out did yourself this time, Scully."
Scully looked up from her Sesame Chicken and quirked an eyebrow at him. "I just ordered takeout..."
He held his fork out for her to take the bite of pork he was offering. As she took the bite, he countered, "You usually prefer something less...fattening."
Scully just looked at him.
He quickly continued, "Not that I'm complaining. I like a healthy dose of unhealthy food once in awhile. I'm just saying that it's not like you..."
Scully reached into the takeout bag and pulled out what she knew he was angling for. She handed it to him.
As he tore open the cellophane, he smiled. "I thought you'd forgot." He ripped into the cookie searching for the little slip of paper. There was none.
Scully met his eyes. "It's a conspiracy."