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"I named this drink after you."
Odo raises a brow skeptically, but he bites. "Oh?"
"It's called 'The Odo.'" Quark places a tumbler containing an orange-yellow liquid that indeed resembles Odo's natural form. "And this" -- Quark places a second tumbler next to the first, identical in appearance -- "is the Mock Odo."
Odo stares at them both, arms crossed.
"Non-alcoholic option," Quark explains. "Well, what do you think?" He swirls the liquid in the glass. "I spent a long time trying to get the consistency just right."
Meanwhile, Odo is mentally going through all regulations he's familiar with, wondering what his options are for suing Quark for using his name and/or likeness without permission.
Suddenly, Quark straightens up. "Dax! Over here!" he shouts, urgently gesturing toward the lieutenant.
She arrives, an amused smile on her face, hands clasped behind her back.
"You have to try my new cocktail," Quark says. "It's called The Odo. I'll give you free holosuite credits if you can guess what I put in it."
The much-too-adventurous Dax gamely takes a sip of the drink. She raises an impressed eyebrow. "Whiskey. Bajoran amaba. Na'ran syrup. And... hmm, something bitter... Sliproot?"
"Kulkan tea, actually. Its taste reminds me of Odo."
Dax's raised brow takes on a weirded-out character. "...Should I ask how you know what Odo tastes like?"
As answer, Quark dips a pinky in the second drink and brings it to his mouth, smiling as he licks the liquid off.
Odo decides he would really like to throttle Quark right now.