Garak was smiling, which in Julian's experience meant his mind was elsewhere. When Julian sat down opposite him, something in his eyes shifted.
"Julian! I have a question about that delightful novel you lent me."
"Yes?" Julian leaned forward.
"The term mental gymnastics. There seems to be no Cardassian equivalent."
"Oh." Julian thought for a moment. "I suppose it... describes creatively flexible thinking. Or the process by which one might arrive at a desired conclusion by manipulating the available facts."
Garak nodded, slowly.
"Cardassian doesn't have a term for that?"
"It does, actually." Garak's smile shifted. "We call it thinking."
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I love Garak, and this is so
P.M.d.A.
I love Garak, and this is so cute and accurate :D
Aw, thank you! I love him too
Kahvi
Aw, thank you! I love him too.
I will watch them one day! If
Smrtijedka
I will watch them one day! If they're at least as good as in this drabble ;).
Aw, that's high praise! I
Kahvi
Aw, that's high praise! I think you'd like them, they're even more snarky IRL. I say, like they're actual people.
This fic was absolutely chef
Roadsterguy
This fic was absolutely chef's kiss, and that last line was the perfect sting.
Yaay! Thank you. x
Kahvi
Yaay! Thank you. x