[Is there a rule about no eating in the holodeck? Well, regardless, it's not like it's going to stop Fuckhead McGee, who comes wandering down with a little plate full of hors d'oeuvres, many of which appear to have been irrevocably tainted away from the chef's original vision by some creative altering in the form of ghost pepper salsa with a heaping dusting of sriracha powder on top.

(He is nothing if not mindful of his fellow man's dietary preferences, after all.)

Carefully picking away at only the un-doctored ones, though, he comes a-strolling in to the holodeck where he's already figured out that Kirei is, being well familiarized with his own unique methods of tracking down his personal shitpriest. The other him is around somewhere, too, and that had been weird at first for all of about twenty seconds, up until they'd gotten their shit together and formed a silent pact to avoid each other as much as possible unless it'd be really funny to fuck with people by doubling up.

He comes walking in, and the holodeck is on, and Kirei is smiling of his own volition.

Boy. It really must be the end of the world in here.]

Hey, just so you know, if you ever wanted to watch me make out with myself, my doppelganger is game for it. Guess it's one of those things that's always been on his bucket list, too.

...I'm kinda impressed all that fits inside your chest, you know.