Odo barely looked up from his desk when Quark came into his office and plunked himself in a chair.
"What's your problem?" Odo growled.
"Problem?" Quark said.
"Yes, problem. I'm working on the final details of releasing Tyr and Freya to Captain Hunt, so I don't have a lot of time to waste on you. Is something wrong or not?"
"Wrong? Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong? I'm going to be the co-owner of a counting house on Ferenginar. I get to leave this beetle-trap of a space station and these acquisitiveness-challenged hyu-monns behind." He looked around the office. "So what if this is the longest I've ever stayed in one place? I'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams. So nothing's wrong." He sighed.
Odo chuckled. "You don't want to leave."
"Is it that obvious?"
"'All that glitters is not gold'?"
"Never thought I'd believe that hyu-monn bromide."
"Well, forgive me if I don't feel sorry for you. From the moment I met you, you've been chasing one get-rich-quick scheme after another. Well, you've won, Quark. You're going to have your wildest dreams realized. Congratulations."
Quark smiled slightly. "Thanks, Odo."
"For what?"
"For being you. I can always count on you for giving me a kick in the head when I need it."
"So you feel better about the situation?"
"Didn't say that. But at least I know the best thing to do is stop moping."
"Never thought I'd be a Ferengi's counselor."
"Hey, could be a good sideline for you. No overhead. Take a couple of slips of latinum, half-listen to their troubles, and growl something. Profit margins would be enormous."
Odo chuckled. "The frightening part is I was considering that."
Quark chuckled back.
The door opened, and Pi Meson shambled in. He plunked himself into the chair next to Quark's and sighed.
Odo sagged.