It's a strangely familiar story for Caspar. Perhaps his brief time thinking he was a human will always separate him from the other Cylons on some level. "Humans and Cylons can only very rarely interbreed. There's only one kid who's both... she's all right. I'm hoping she doesn't have to experience that."

There's that word 'illogical' again. "Logic is important to you?" he asks curiously.

While he's talking, he moves over to a section that's exclusively roses. Super cliché, but he knows that there's no extra, troubled meaning to these for either him or Adia. He picks up a bouquet of pink roses and admires their deep blush. Adia will like these. "I"m going to see if they have anything here that will make them last longer."