I'm busier than usual tonight! Even peerless Cardassian efficiency can be beaten to the kanar with a sac-ful of uncongealed egg-blood, it seems. We simply cannot fault you for generosity nor style, my dear Zeta Kai!

I too would like to subscribe to this newsletter.

Jadzia was declared dead at the Infirmary. Luckily, they then moved her to a better Infirmary, where her condition was upgraded to 'alive'.

Damn fine stitching, though.

Oh snap, Bolian hairdressers! I'll remember that one the next time I'm in need of a particularly caustic put-down. Your kanar, Zeta Kai, and do enjoy it.

You do not want to be the one taking that drinks order, believe me.

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Another triumph, my dear RJS.

The scythe was a bit much.

My keenly-honed intuition is telling me this is some sort of trap!

You'll have to try a good deal harder to rise above such clumsy insinuations. Perhaps you're merely kept awaiting a drink because you're unwilling to risk the replicator's wrath - and with good reason, if it's on a typical Starfleet 'slap-some-biomimetic-gel-on-it' maintenance schedule. Since I'm almost certain you…

Far be it from me to quietly suffer such a slur on Cardassian hospitality! I can only assure you we're the most attentive of hosts - not that I would expect any human near-literally swimming in synthehol to demonstrate the necessary perspicacity to discern such subtleties.

I'm humbled to receive such warm benedictions, my dear Zeta Kai! I can only hope to assure you I've still a few good years of firm ridges; entirely natural, I might add, if anyone is interested in putting such hotly-contested claims to rest! While I could certainly never claim any special insight beyond the usual…

Very true! We certainly are a contentious people when our, ah, ire is roused, shall we say? I've simply lost track of both the number and magnitude of my misunderstandings surrounding the topic. As for Garak and the dear Doctor, I suspect that were we to watch them having a lunch together in deep debate we'd both be…

At the very least, such circumstance would have given a whole new texture to Gilora's overtures towards the hapless O'Brien in Destiny.

A kanar for you, Porpentine, and your side-splitting impersonations.

How different human educational programmes are from their Cardassian equivalents! Regardless, while I will admit a healthy fondness for your unique perspective on such affairs, Chief, I do believe you've had enough.

My dear Zeta Kai, I simply must get you to open up more often - though I will swiftly clarify in a strictly metaphorical sense, to avoid any damage to the aforementioned carapace.

Congratulations, my dear Lurky! Family is all, as they say, and I'm pleased to hear yours is prospering.

I'm certain the Chief (or one of them) will be along to tell you of his hatred for temporal mechanics at any moment now.