PICARD: Mister Garak. A pleasure to meet you. Ambassador Worf's description of your restoration of Cardassia didn't do you justice. GARAK: Yes, his growls are becoming less intelligible these days. But his Klingon heart is in the right place. I understand he served with you on the Enterprise. He was never truly happy on Deep Space Nine, you know. Bored to tears. Not that Klingons cry. He was much more agreeable when war broke out with the Dominion. PICARD: Yes, he always did find a way to return to the Enterprise. Curious thing, that. A pity O'Brien couldn't make it back more often as well. GARAK: Just as well he did not. The Chief's talents were put to good use, I assure you. Breaking free from the confinement of your transporter rooms was the best choice he ever made. PICARD: I think Mrs. O'Brien might disagree with you there. GARAK: Of course. But what brings you to see me here on Cardassia? Do you want my help tracking down Gul Madred? I understand you were a guest at one of his dinner parties. Many of his guests didn't take well to his hospitality. Did he ask you to comment on his lighting fixtures? Dreadful, pedestrian host. He lacked imagination and subtlety. A Luddite, as well. He refused to use holochambers. Oh the playbooks I offered him...stubborn man. He didn't even react when the Dominion shot him at his desk. So I'm told.