So far Jadzia had not spotted any gagh. It was a shame, but she would live. Jadzia was only glad she hadn't gotten really good, fresh gagh. She didn't think she'd have been able to cope with loosing it if it were any good.
Suddenly a small yelp caught her attention. Springing into action Jadzia started sprinting towards where she'd heard the noise. Upon turning the corner she saw what was quite possible the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. She couldn't have been prouder of the gagh she'd bought.
They'd found their target.
They'd escaped and done what they were meant to do; find Lwaxana Troi and scare her and annoy her and to do anything to her. Because a line had been crossed. And Jadzia knew deep down - probably in the part of her that had once been Curzon - that when one line was crossed it was okay to cross the line again to teach a lesson. And that lesson was that gagh was a dish to be reckoned with, even if you were Lwaxana Troi daughter of the Fifth House of Betazed, the Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, and Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed.
It made her think of the old saying - sometimes you're the Klingon, sometimes you're the gagh. Today she and the gagh were the Klingon. It was a great feeling.
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