The fourth chapter of my cosy post-canon Cardassia lunch date with Mila.
“Speaking of memories, I’ve just remembered we’re out of kamoy syrup. Get your shoes, Julian. The Replishop closes in ten minutes.” Garak shot Julian a look that had an undercurrent of something he couldn’t quite place, but was mostly just so pleading that for a moment Julian contemplated being a good and merciful boyfriend and playing along with the excuse.
But who knew when Mila would regale him with stories from Garak’s childhood again? She never had before. “I got a bottle of kamoy syrup yesterday, Elim. Didn’t I tell you?”
Never had such a look of betrayal and dismay passed over Garak’s face. Julian nearly relented, trying for a moment to conjure up a fateful end to the poor imaginary bottle of syrup, but then thought the better of it. They were only childhood stories. Everyone had those. And anyway, he was enjoying himself. And so was Mila.
