"What could you possibly say that would make me come with you on a 'secret mission' to who knows where," Bashir lifted his coffee from the replicator and walked to the table where he enjoyed his daily conversational with the Cardassian tinker-tailor-soldier-spy. "Garrak?" "Ulysses." Garrak sipped his tea as an opened mouth Julian Bashir placed his coffee on the table and sat down, no longer thirsty. "Your mother was very informative, Doctor." "My Mother..." Julian had been stripped naked. "...told you the name of my pet frog."