"What's going on out there? All this noise is disrupting my patrons!"
Rom looked puzzled. "I'm not sure, brother. It looks like there's quite a commotion on the Promenade."
Quark clanged a tray of glasses down on the bar. He squinted to get a better view. "Wait a minute, is that..."
The pair exchanged disbelieving looks. They crept a bit closer to the entrance.
Quark slapped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Rom, did you hear that? The Grand Nagus is talking about financial compensation from the Federation. This could be big!"
"We've never gotten money from the Federation before," Rom breathed. "What could it be about?"
"I don't know," Quark mused. "But if we're pilfering the Federation's coffers, I'm in."
