"Oh, that sounds good," Adia says, picking up on the hint immediately. She heads for the beverage table, tugging on Caspar's hand. "He didn't tell me that he got you a cider," she adds in surprise. Caspar kept his stories about his encounters in the Nexus fairly short. All she got from his conversation with Faris was that the "dragon alien" was all right.

Caspar shrugs. "He found a good coffee shop for us." Which turned out to be the Crossroads Café, which Adia was already familiar with, but whatever. It was a decent conversation, so far as conversations can go.

This conversation, though, not so much. The topic is clearly getting under Caspar's skin. Not simply because of the lack of Cylon babies. It's the one thing he could never provide Adia, and no matter how much she reassures him that she's not interested in having children, he can't help but feel inadequate.

"For us as well," Adia replies, although sensing Caspar's discomfort, she's quick to add, "That doesn't mean that we all plan on having them, though."