It's good to touch

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Who: Owen Harper, anyone who's passing
When: Mid-morning
Where: The Conservatory
What: Owen finds somewhere he didn't realise existed.

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Garak had been puttering around the conservatory for half the morning, pruning and pinching at things that needed neither pruning nor pinching, but it reminded him of happier times and felt good to be among living things that didn't talk and pry at him. He had also placed a small cutting of his Edosian orchid a few days previously and was pleased to find it seemed to be taking. He thought he heard the door open and approached to find out.

"Oh, hello," he said when he saw Owen, hoping either the man didn't remember his part in the aborted suicide attempt or at least didn't hold it against him.

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Owen looked towards the sound of the voice, then smiled. "Alright?" He'd seen Garak recently, but he couldn't for the life of him remember where, not that it mattered (unless he'd spoken to him about something he should have remembered).

Shaking the water off his hand, he backed away from the waterfall. "Wasn't expecting to find all this," he said, his head jerking vaguely towards a clump of trees.

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"Neither was I the first time I found it," Garak admitted. "Then again, I wasn't expecting to find this hotel at all. My life has been one long string of surprises lately." So far so good. The human wasn't balling up his fist or rushing him to try to fling him into the freezing water. Perhaps he didn't recall after all.

"Is this anything like where you're from? It's nothing like my home," either before or after the bombardment. "I have spent some time on Earth before. There's a place a little like this in Sydney."

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Owen snorted at Garak's comment about how his life had been lately. "Tell me about it! If ever anywhere counted as purgatory, this place bloody-well does!"

"Sort of," he admitted, "Big parks sometimes have something similar- minus the waterfall. There's a thing in Cornwall called the Eden Project, like a huge version of this, but I've never got round to seeing it." Deliberately avoiding bringing up the subject of grass and his aversion to the stuff, he raised his eyebrows in enquiry when Sydney was mentioned. "They still have the Opera House in your time?" He enquired, trying to remember if he knew when that time was or not.

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"Depends," Owen murmured. Oh well, it'd been worth a try!

Staring vacantly into the middle distance, his lips twitching briefly as he considered the options. "Getting shot by the bloke who files a lot and makes the tea. Shooting the boss three times and technically missing. Getting savaged by a Weevil and walking away. Getting shot by a total pillock- who oddly enough looks just a bloke that's here called Spike," he paused, then sighed. "How many do you want? I could go on all day."

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"And here I've found you perfectly civil and charming," Garak said, very amused. "It sounds as though you keep bad company, Doctor."

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"Not really," he replied, smirking. "I'm just a total bastard, who enjoys pissing as many people off as possible- especially the ones I don't like."

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"And that's a flaw?" Garak laughed. "You'd fit right in on Cardassia."