LET ME JUST MAKE ONE THING PERFECTLY CLEAR:

Kasidy: I know that Vic’s isn’t a totally accurate representation of the way things were -and it isn’t meant to be. It shows us the way things could have been. The way they should have been. Ben: We cannot ignore the truth about the past. Kasidy: Going to Vic’s isn’t going to make us forget who we are or where we came from. What it does is reminds us that we are no longer bound by any limitations except the ones we impose on ourselves.

So, magic! Garak is in this episode, too! He gets infected by the thing, and he's also now pursuing someone who isn't his hot partner.

The ostentatious number was nowhere near in line with Garak's more refined design aesthetic; however, he was a very good tailor, and he had crafted it with the very same precision and professionalism with which he executed all of his assignments.

Of course, just as he was checking that the offending fingerprick had not drawn blood and irreparably stained the client's chosen godawful taffeta, there came a chime at the doorway. Odo stood politely by a display of ready to wear culottes, which Garak was working tirelessly to make a necessary entry into any good capsule wardrobe this season.

"Ah, Constable," he smiled his best customer service smile, "how nice to see you! Here to hide from the... unusually rambunctious gratitude festivities?"

Odo sighed. "Sadly, no. I'm here to pick up a dress for - "

"Of course, your dear friend the ambassador, is it?" He was a few minutes early, but there was little left to do on the gown but secure down a half dozen more stitches of adornment and snip threads, so Garak continued working as they spoke.

Perhaps it was Garak's imagination, but there was a glow about him that day. It must have been the influence of his aggressively effervescent companion.

"A good guess," Odo confirmed, tentatively fingering a nearby linen sleeve. "I'm surprised you're open today, considering..."

Garak chuckled, snipping the remaining thread, and giving the garment a final once-over. Still hideous, he thought, but the construction could not be faulted. "Well, my presence at a Bajoran festival would surely be most unwelcome, wouldn't you say? And from what I've seen passing by the door of my shop, there's been an unusual amount of public displays of affection on the promenade."

"Not just the promenade, Garak," Odo huffed. "It seems like almost everyone's gone a bit... romantic. Misplaced romance, at that. People I'd never have guessed would want to be... intimate."

"Oh really? You have my attention." Garak handed over the dress, beaming in anticipation of hot goss.

"If you're looking for salacious details, Garak, you're asking the wrong person," Odo told him, to Garak's immense disappointment. He had a severity about him, a closed disinterest, that surely belied the fire in him. "I've never found much sense in the way people seem to lose their minds over one another, and now - "

"It's all right, you can tell me," Garak grinned. "Which of our good friends has been making overtures in your direction?"

"Me? Hmm!" Odo seemed scandalised, horrified even, at the thought, but Garak could not help but wonder what sort of activities one could get up to with the ability to shapeshift. "Thankfully, no one. Well, not including Ambassador Troi of course, but she's... we have... an understanding."

"No suitors for you? I'm surprised, Constable." It was surprising. Odo's features were unique, and there was a handsomeness in that, a distinction. "Has anyone told you that you have a fine figure indeed? I'd go so far as to say one of the more handsome residents on the station. It's a shame you can just shapeshift into your wardrobe. I'd just love to give you a fitting, if you have time..."

"I do not have time, thank you, and I'm afraid I really must be on my way," Odo insisted, much to Garak's disappointment, bundling the cumbersome pile of ruffles into his arms and turning toward the door. "Goodbye, Garak."

"Oh, but Const - "

"I said goodbye, Garak!" Odo shouted, as he bolted away down the promenade.

I've seen both in fanfic. I've been wondering what the most popular opinion is! Feel free to explain your reasoning, if any, in the comments.

yesterday I learned from a blusky post that there's an interactive fiction game called Gnome Ranger where you play as a gnome, and the game puts a g before EVERY WORD STARTING WITH N.

They even continue the joke into the hint manual

;;== indicates a message gnot needed because all NPCs can talk. ; ; Messages are of the form: [ gnumber : text ] ; comment ; They must be in gnumeric order, but gaps are allowed in the gnumber ; sequence, of course. ;

17. Spooning

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