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"He's been standing there a long time," the man noted, shifting his grip on the box he was holding. Near the edge of the woods, a tall, broad figure was just about visible.

"Yeah," Korg shrugged, "he does that."

"Is he..." The man leaned closer, "okay?"

"Nah. Really not okay. He gestured at the box, as subtly as a man made of rocks could.

"He keeps looking at that spruce." Like he was trying to catch it unawares. "Oh, yes," he handed Korg the box, shook himself, and left.

Korg sighed. "Hey Thor," he yelled towards the woods, "pizza's here!"

"So." Jadzia leaned across the table. "Tell me everything."

"Tell you what?" Julian shifted in his seat, his mug steaming nervously.

"You know." She raised an eyebrow. "Everything! I've never dated a Cardassian." She narrowed her eyes, "not a male Cardassian. That I remember."

"Jadzia, honestly." Julian sipped his tea. Just a plain tea, nothing fancy this time. Though he was beginning to wish he'd gone for coffee.

She smiled at him, all teeth. "You had sex!"

"Yes, well, I don't like to broadcast it."

"With Garak".

"Yes." His eyes flickered.

"Some say, they have a sort of proboscis-"

"Jadiza!!"

"Really, my dear." Aziraphale tried to keep his eyes on Crowley's slithering form. "Is it-"

"That important? Is that what you were going to say?" Crowley snapped his glasses away from his sulphur eyes.

"It's just that there's no need-"

"To panic? Oh!" Crowley threw his hands up. "Let's just not panic! NOBODY PANIC, AND WE'LL BE FINE." He fell into the ornate chair by the window, smouldering slightly. Aziraphale brushed at the armrests, nervously.

"My dear..."

Crowley huffed, but did not protest as Aziraphale pulled him into a hug.

"We're getting married. It's not the end of the world."