"If i recall correctly, that was the original intent of this little soiree. A pity we have to postpone it. Perhaps after we win this case? A celebration would seem in order."
Waeve paused at the boarding raml as the last few armed and armored security officers boarded.
"After you, Mr. Garack."
"Ah, but the right favric is the right choice, regardless of popular opinion. Is it not true that what is unpopular today may turn out best in the long run and lead to others following the once unpopular choice?"
Waeve glanced around the cavernous room.
"One must always do whatbis right mr. Garak. Bothe in fabrics and in life. While one may not always be popular because of it, it does leave one with a sense of satisfaction not found when one compromises ones integrity for a....coarser option."
Waeve nodded as he stepped fromnthe turbolift intonthe massive, well lit hanger.
"I think its more a matter of the stitching being poorly done. Too tight in places, loose and stretched in others. I need a steady, practiced hand to repair the shoddy craftsmanship."
Waeve gestured to the escort being prepped nearby.
"I need a man who knows when to argue my fabric choices and what to present as a better option."
"Experience tells me, admiral, this might be a situation where the tailor has his measurements wrong, and the hem just isn't right." Garak seemed to be implying something. "Or perhaps the inseam length is a tad too tall?"
"I find, mr. Garack, that I prefer a man who is a master of his craft. Young fingers may be nimble, but with age and experience comes an innate feel for just how the cloth should lay to give the perfect fit."
Garak tilted his head as he walked with the Admiral. "I would suggest anything that is not currently in your wardrobe. Forgive me for saying, you should fire your current tailor. It seems as though your measurements have been off for quite some time, if you take my meaning."
"The tailor and the butcher hmm? No, i think the tailor and the giant has a better ring to it. We will be fine Captain. With luck and mr. Garack here, we wont have to fight outlr way out. Godspeed erika."
Waeve guestured down the hallntoward the turbolift to the Blackstars massive hanger.
"This way mr. Garack. Perhaps you can advise me on a clothing choice for this trial?"
Garak beamed. "Not only do I accept, I am humbled. To ask a simple tailor such as myself to serve such a distinguished wartime figure. I believe books could be written about this... Perhaps entitled 'The Tailor and the Butcher?"
Erika shook her head. "We'll get underway as soon as possible. Will you two be alright?"
Garak seemed to become even more animated. "So you are familiar with my work?? So often, a tailor's labors go sorely unappreciated. Why, it goes to the very fabric of the situation we find ourselves in today, won't you say, Admiral?"
"And are you aware, that as a starfleet officer, i am not required to submit to a foreign power for trial? I could leave this system right now and there isn't a damned thing your government could do but complain to starfleet command. I am willing to allow your people their trial. Take what you can get Mr. Garak. I am quite sure that any proof your government can present is quite fabricated, just like the data rod. I can think of no one better to defend my position than a man who has fabricated such before."