DEEP SPACE NINE: "Sons and.. " - REV. 7/31/97 - ACT TWO       26.

23   ALEXANDER

	leaves food dispersal with his dinner and heads for an 
	empty seat next to Ch'Targh.

					ALEXANDER
			Is this seat taken?

24   CH'TARGH

	Turns to see who would make such an un-Klingon remark.

					CH'TARGH
			Alexander Rozhenko.
				(carnivore's grin)
			We were holding it just for you.

25   ON THE TABLE - ALEXANDER'S POV

	The Klingons are all smiles.

					ALEXANDER
			I am honored.

					CH'TARGH
				(stands)
			The honor is ours.

	Ch'Targh pulls an empty chair out for him, wipes the 
	seat with his glove. Several Klingons begin to 
	snicker.

					CH'TARGH
			Please.

	Alexander takes the proffered chair and Ch'Targh sits 
	down next to him. As Alexander sets his plate on the 
	table, Ch'Targh inspects it and announces...

					CH'TARGH
			Bregit lung. An excellent choice.

	Like kids in a schoolyard, Klingons at other tables 
	stop their conversations and eagerly turn to watch the 
	sport. Ch'Targh reaches across several messmates to 
	grab a dull metallic bottle, obsequiously uncaps it and 
	offers it to Alexander.

					CH'TARGH
			Would you care for some grapok
			sauce?

	A few OUTRIGHT LAUGHS come from nearby, then quickly 
	stop. Puzzled, Alexander looks over, then suspiciously 
	regards Ch'Targh.

					ALEXANDER
			No thank you.