Adama's quarters. The Prez is poking around one of the many piles of books as Adama hurries in and apologetically explains that he had to deal with something in the engine room. The Prez cheerfully mentions that she'll have to borrow a couple of books sometime. Adama has bustled past her to the bathroom, and is about to wash his hand when he freezes and remembers the water shortage. Wait, did he just take a FTL piss? He asks the Prez what book she'd like, and starts wiping his dry hands on a towel. The Prez mentions a book called A Murder on Picon, and confesses to having a weakness for mysteries. Adama suggests something called Dark Day, as he returns to the main room, and quickly hands her a copy. The thing I liked is that he knew exactly where it was. And it wasn't sitting out on a table so that he could grab it easily for blocking purposes; it was on low shelf on a bookcase so he had to scurry around to get it. I like those details. Anyway, the Prez thanks Adama and admits that it may take her a while to return it. Adama gruffs, "It's a gift. Never lend books." That's actually good advice. Not that I'm bitter.

Gaeta tags along behind a miffed Baltar, who's striding through the corridor with his arms folded angrily. Gaeta burbles that he's looking forward to working with Baltar. Six gleefully chirps, "You have a friend! " Hee. Gaeta says that he studied genetics in college. Baltar pauses by the door to the rec room and enthuses, "Wonderful!" Then he looks through the doorway and gasps, "Is that a card game?" He hurries inside, and a confused Gaeta follows.

Oh, look, it's spunky Starbuck with an intact knee. Joy. She gloats, "And the girl wins again!" and claws at the pot. She offers a rematch, and Baltar asks if he can join the game, and right now, in his head, Baltar is James Bond. Starbuck looks at him, and right now, in her head, Baltar is Foghorn Leghorn. She semi-politely says that if he's got the cubits, he can play. Er, cubits are money; that's not a wacky slang term like "frack." Although now I want to pretend that it is slang: "That guy's got big cubits to pull a stunt like that!" Er, anyway, Starbuck mentions that, in lieu of cash, anything drinkable is also acceptable. She chugs what looks like an airline bottle of booze. Baltar starts to admit that he's a bit cash-poor, and behind him Gaeta starts ingratiatingly checking his pockets for cash. Which is hilarious. Before Gaeta can offer a scholarship, Baltar pulls off his jacket and notes that it's worth at least fifteen cubits. He talks up the jacket a bit, and notes that it would look very nice on Starbuck. He loudly asks, "Anybody else got any civilian clothes they'd be interested in putting on the table?" He's hoping for strip poker, isn't he? Starbuck looks sulky as Baltar sits down. Gaeta approaches Baltar and pointedly checks his watch, so Baltar politely says, "Don't let me keep you." Heh. Baltar makes a face I'll have to translate thusly: "But I was -- and we were gonna -- with the -- because -- aw, crap." He exits. Baltar's face says: "Phew! " Starbuck's face says: "Git."