Requested by happynonoplace
Aug. 28th, 2007 04:44 pmMark: I swear, you will get yours.
Prompt: 'pork rinds'
A/N: I went back to my fic roots on this one. By which I mean, X-Files. God help us all.
"That has to be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen you eat." Scully looked over the tops of her reading glasses at Mulder, who was sprawled across what felt like half her living room, stuffing his face.
Mulder at least had enough manners to swallow before he answered, even if he'd forgotten the 'no shoes on the sofa' rule again. "This from the queen of the non-fat Tofutti Rice Dream-sickle? I've had dirt that tasted better than those things. Russian dirt, even."
"They're tasty." Scully said defensively, shuffling the papers on the table in front of her. "And at least they have nutritional value."
"This has protein, vitamins...It's a very healthy snack, actually."
"It's pork rinds dipped in peanut butter, Mulder. There is no way on Earth that's good for you."
"Okay, but maybe on another planet..."
Scully threw her pencil, so that it bounced off of his forehead and rolled under the coffee table. "Shut up and finish your expense report."
Prompt: 'pork rinds'
A/N: I went back to my fic roots on this one. By which I mean, X-Files. God help us all.
"That has to be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen you eat." Scully looked over the tops of her reading glasses at Mulder, who was sprawled across what felt like half her living room, stuffing his face.
Mulder at least had enough manners to swallow before he answered, even if he'd forgotten the 'no shoes on the sofa' rule again. "This from the queen of the non-fat Tofutti Rice Dream-sickle? I've had dirt that tasted better than those things. Russian dirt, even."
"They're tasty." Scully said defensively, shuffling the papers on the table in front of her. "And at least they have nutritional value."
"This has protein, vitamins...It's a very healthy snack, actually."
"It's pork rinds dipped in peanut butter, Mulder. There is no way on Earth that's good for you."
"Okay, but maybe on another planet..."
Scully threw her pencil, so that it bounced off of his forehead and rolled under the coffee table. "Shut up and finish your expense report."
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