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"You know what I miss about living planetside?"
"I'm sure you've told me a thousand things, but I dare say I have no idea what you miss today."
"Bathing!"
Garak raises his eye ridges. "My dear, do you mean to tell me you don't wash?" Garak inquires. Creatively misunderstanding Julian may be one of his favourite hobbies these days; a simple tailor must make his own entertainment wherever possible.
Julian huffs predictably. "Of course I do! But a sonic shower simply isn't the same."
"No?"
"I want to soak in a bathtub till my skin goes wrinkly and all my cares have drifted away," Julian reminisces, "then wrap myself in a freshly laundered bathrobe and sit in front of a fire, warm, clean and gently steaming, possibly with a good book."
Garak gulps. Out of nowhere, his mind has presented him with an image of a warm, damp Julian Bashir, and his joke has rather backfired. "Oh yes?" His voice cracks. How embarrassing.
Julian sighs wistfully. "I do so like to be all cosy and snuggly. It's even nicer with someone else."
"Oh." What an unexpected minefield Garak has found; he will certainly be thinking about it at his leisure.