don't always know what the hell i am doing...

"Is it inappropriate? I was told that we were to bring something that they could use in married life together. They both like literature so much, and the Major did tell me they need all the help they can get," the Constable replied. With a groan Kira slid down in her chair.

"No, Odo I love it, I really do!" Julian exclaimed.

"I like number 51!" Garak answered as he began to demonstrate on the doctor.

"Whoa boys!" Dax pulled the two lovers apart, "There'll be plenty of time for that after the wedding! Hmm, let me see that, are there pictures too?"



"A book?" they both queried at the same time. Garak read the title aloud, "The Growth and Development of Your Child--From Birth to Adolescence." All eyes instinctively turned and stared at Odo.

"Really, Constable, we have to work on your gift ideas," O'Brien joked.

"Well, the last book worked, didn't it?" Odo defended himself.

"Oh yes, Odo, it did. I'm sure that this one will come in handy also. Thank you so much." Julian flashed his trademark smile at the security officer, who nodded in return.

"The last book had illustrations," Dax mumbled.

"Yes, it did, Commander, and just when did you intend to return it?" Garak questioned as Jadzia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She ignored Worf's stare.

“ Ah, screw it. But I am not Kirk, Spock, Luke, Buck, Flash, or Arthur frelling Dent; I am Dorothy Gail from Kansas. You are gonna hire more ancients.” –John Chriton