I'll drink to that!

Harsh as the grating sound of your untranslated rap, my dear Zeta Kai.

Be careful, or I might just start berating you…

How very kind, my dear Spicoli. Break out the chocolate chip and root beer - er, kanar!

You're a Legate of taste, I see!

I quite agree with you in principle, my dear DesertDweller - I just can't shake that niggling, irrational sense of it! I can even convince myself I'm imagining the whole thing, but whenever I see it, I just can't help but make that association. No matter how much of a stretch it does seem intellectually. I suppose…

Such shameless, shameless flirting. I approve.

I don't often find myself in a serious mood, Abigail - but may I say something seriously? Your critical writing and articulation has been inspirational. You'd make a wonderful Cardassian, and I don't say that lightly.

Another, my dear Inebriated Chief?

Et tu, Q? Have a kanar. Picard never offered you a kanar. And Sisko, you wouldn't want to get him drunk.

Benny, you've been an absolute joy.

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Little joys, as in discovering a wonderful summation of an unexpected phenomenon? I'll drink to that with you. Here's to little joys.

Very true, and I couldn't have put it better. Kanars all 'round for this table!

How wonderfully poetic! The Breen never knew what an artist walked among them.

Definitely not!

A Cardassian must keep her secrets, no?

I should have expected such uncomprehending impatience, I suppose! Rest assured there's plenty of invective to go around, and certainly a creative epithet or two for such a boorish customer!

I'm quite sure, Halloween_Jack. Just keep drinking.

Definitely, my dear Husserl - I wasn't sure to mention it or not, as the vaguest and most obvious of spoilers that he reappears elsewhere!