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Sunday Six (ish)
Mar. 8th, 2020 12:00 pmDS9, Children of the Order AU, a scene with Kira and Garak between "Treason Before Betrayal" and "A Promise Kept" in These Are His.
"Fashion? You want to sit down to lunch with me, and talk about fashion?" Kira is tempted to laugh in Garak's face, but she hasn't laughed much since they'd discovered Bahri's deceit. Even with him returned to Cardassia, there's a ball of hurt aching in her chest that she doesn't know how to get rid of.
"Of course, Major. Unless, of course, you find such a conversation uncomfortable." Garak's eyes are bright with the amusement Kira can't express. "You're welcome to chose any topic of conversation you'd like."
"You might not like what I want to talk about." Kira can think of any number of questions she'd like to ask Garak, and the temptation to use this offer of lunch to ask them is high.
Garak simply smiles, wide pretense of an open book, and irritatingly smug. "Would fourteen hundred be a good time for you, Major?"
Kira draws her breath only to let out a huff. "Fine. Fourteen hundred, at the Replimat. On your replicator credits."
"Splendid!"
Garak's delight sounds distressingly genuine, and Kira grits her teeth, doing her best not to bolt from the turbolift when it stops.
"Fashion? You want to sit down to lunch with me, and talk about fashion?" Kira is tempted to laugh in Garak's face, but she hasn't laughed much since they'd discovered Bahri's deceit. Even with him returned to Cardassia, there's a ball of hurt aching in her chest that she doesn't know how to get rid of.
"Of course, Major. Unless, of course, you find such a conversation uncomfortable." Garak's eyes are bright with the amusement Kira can't express. "You're welcome to chose any topic of conversation you'd like."
"You might not like what I want to talk about." Kira can think of any number of questions she'd like to ask Garak, and the temptation to use this offer of lunch to ask them is high.
Garak simply smiles, wide pretense of an open book, and irritatingly smug. "Would fourteen hundred be a good time for you, Major?"
Kira draws her breath only to let out a huff. "Fine. Fourteen hundred, at the Replimat. On your replicator credits."
"Splendid!"
Garak's delight sounds distressingly genuine, and Kira grits her teeth, doing her best not to bolt from the turbolift when it stops.