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>Everyone seemed to sit in an awkward silence. Thankfully, the
servers returned. This time, they carried >with them a large serving
bowl of soup, that they served quietly.
>T'Kresh turned to Gul Legrath as a small bowl was placed in front of
her and soup was ladled into it. "I want >to thank you for this
wonderful meal. It is much more than I was expecting for a
luncheon."
Watson nodded in agreement, "Here here."
>The Gul's tense facial _expression_ lightened as he turned to face the
Council Chair. "It is the least that we >could do. You were kind
enough to check into the welfare of one of my people's most influential
>personalities. We all have his best interest at heart."
>Rilg took a sip of his soup. It was quite good, though it did not
reflect his own people's unique palate. He >could respect it for the
good representation of gastronomy that it was. He turned to his side to
ask >Ambassador Watons, "IS this your first time on Cardassia?"
"Yes..." he smiled as he took a sip on his own.
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