Quark came onto the Promenade's mezzanine and found Pi Meson standing by one of the big windows. Quark went over to him and followed his gaze: They could see Pi's ship docked to one of the upper pylons. It had the same shape as a Ferengi Maruader, but was slightly smaller and the lines weren't as smooth.
"You still have that old bucket of bolts?" Quark asked. "You could afford a new ship by now and not spend all your income on repairs."
Pi smiled. "I prefer to think she has personality, and just needs a little tender loving care."
"Nnn." Quark looked out of the window for a moment. "So, what do you think?"
"What is there to think?" Pi said.
"A counting house on Ferenginar," Quark said.
"Very profitable."
"Enough for a fleet of ships, cousin."
"Or a chain of restaurants, cousin."
They paused.
"Crap," they chorused.
"Am I interrupting?" a voice said behind them. They turned to see Guinan coming over to them.
"Not at all," Pi said. "I was just headed back to the party." He went back to the bar.
Guinan sidled over to Quark. "Thinking about your future?" she asked.
"I really don't want to talk about it," Quark said.
"I understand. I guess I'm used to giving advice."
"That does seem to be part of being a bar tender."
"Mmm-hmmm."
"So, bar tender to bar tender, what do you think of my establishment?"
Guinan smiled. "Worf has said nice things about it in his letters," she said diplomatically.
Quark laughed. "Good enough. I have to get back."
Quark turned and headed back to the bar. Guinan kept looking out the window. The station's rotation brought Bajor's star into view, and she could see the blue star of Bajor itself.
A star that got her attention. "No," she said. Then she turned and headed back to the bar.