Hands behind her back, Jadzia strolled into Quark's Bar with a slight smirk on her face. Business was good, but the station's most popular confidant was not sitting in his regular seat. In fact, he was nowhere to be found.

Now was as good a time as any.

"So, Quark, it's been over two weeks," Jadzia said. "Any security breaches?"

"Not that I can tell. At least Odo hasn't arrested me. Yet."

Jadzia chuckled. "Well, do we have a winner?"

A bit annoyed, Quark took out a pad, and called up a spreadsheet. Looking at the numbers, he produced a fake smile, saying "Oh, well, that's not so many!"

"Quark." Jadzia knew that tone.

"All right. As of this afternoon, I calculate no less than…" He paused, giving his co-conspirator a slightly annoyed look. Finally, he reluctantly called out the tally.

"Ninety-two Starfleet officers, plus twelve of their family members. Twenty members of Bajoran security, thirty assorted civilians, and, oh yes, eighteen shopkeepers. Oh, and there might have been a Ferengi or two."

"Two?"

"Maybe three."

"You?"

"And Broink. And my brother, Rom. Who knew Rom had any secrets worth sharing?" Quark let out a little chuckle.

"And that's just here in the Bar." Jadzia said, gloating. "There's no telling how many others cornered him in the turbolifts, and bared their souls to Mourn. Has he talked?"

"Not to me he hasn't," Quark said, disappointed. "And it wasn't for lack of trying!"

"No. Not to me either. And from the sound of it, he hasn't uttered a single word of gossip in two whole weeks."

"You're right," Quark agreed, with a small grimace. "If he slipped up, everyone on the station would know by now."

"I've got to hand it to Morn," Jadzia said, a smile on her face. "He had half the station confiding in him these past two weeks, and he didn't say a word. Not a single word."

With that, Quark shook his head, and harrumphed. Jadzia stretched out her arm, and opened her hand in front of him.

Reluctantly, he pulled out three strips of gold-pressed latinum from his lapel, and gently placed them in the Lieutenant's open palm. But before he let them settle in place, he just had to ask.

"Would you like to go double, or nothing?"

Jadzia took the latinum, and squeezed it tightly in her hand.

"Can you keep a secret?" Jadzia asked, leaning across the bar. "I honestly don't think he could handle it."