"It does," Caspar answers honestly. "I mean, I only have experience with humans. Their sense of logic is primitive at best."

It gives him something to think about, even as he heads over to the nearest employee to ask his question. The employee is humanoid, although she looks a little plant-like herself, her hair green and her visible skin covered in a complicated vine tattoo. She offers Caspar a packet of enhanced plant food and rings that up, along with his flowers.

When he's finished paying, he carefully holds the wrapped bouquet to his chest. "I learned the hard way that Cylons aren't much better at it," turning to address Spock, as if there wasn't a gap in the conversation. "How do Vulcans manage it?"