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[pronounsarehard]

Ezri sipped a mug of hot chocolate, spiced enough to satisfy Jadzia and Curzon without completely killing her own taste buds. Balance. She was working on it--and considering she had stopped counseling until she felt she was more in balance, that was probably a good thing. How could she help people when she couldn't help herself? She was more screwed up than most of them. Those weren't exactly wonderful qualifications in a counselor.

In order to figure out who she was, Ezri needed to re-evaulate her life, and make sure the choices she had made are still choices she would make now, as Ezri Dax. Easier said than done.

"What am I doing? Talking to myself obviously, great sign of sanity."

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[reincarnshaman]

"As long as you're not talking about axe murders or eating people, I think you're okay. And you never admit you've got no idea what you're doing. If you don't then people don't know," he said holding up a finger and giving her a wide grin.

"Trever McCallum. The cat is Veena."

At her introduction, Veena hops onto the table to sniff at Ezri.

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri smiled and shook her head. "I generally try not to kill people. I'm pretty safe as long as I'm not playing a musical instrument." Or specifically ask Joran for help. There was nothing quite like having a murderer as one of Dax's past hosts.

She offered her hand to Veena. "Hello Veena."

[reincarnshaman]

The hand is very carefully sniffed and then Veena bumps her head against it, scratchings please?

"Same with me." Unless they deserve it and Trever isn't musically inclined. "So, you've got nothing to worry about."