(A/N: Post "Improbable Cause".)

Delavian Chocolates and affectionate smiles. It wasn't until long after they were exchanged outside the airlock that Julian realized the truth. It hadn't been a joke at all.

The bulkhead beside the replicator in Garak's quarters did in fact have a false panel. Within the concealed compartment, he found the isolinear rod. For a moment, he could do nothing but stare in amazement. What secrets had Garak left behind? Did he trust himself to view them?

The file extension bewildered him. It held a replicator pattern. Scones materialized, a single note accompanying the meal.

"Don't just eat, doctor. Truly savor."