Boomer's Raptor flies over, I don't know, a frozen moon or something. As they run scans, Crashdown yammers that he wants to name the whatever-they're-flying-over Kimiko, "after a lovely little lady in a lovely little city in a lovely little colony that I used to know." For once, Boomer speaks for the entire universe when she says, "Whatever." The camera slides down under her seat and reveals the sixth detonator, blinking cheerfully. A refugee from Stomp bangs on a trash can lid to indicate that tension is being generated.
Commercials. So, you may or may not recall that, in the recaplet, I said that Baltar was "given a staff, consisting of Gaeta." Johanna doesn't watch this show. But she read that recaplet for some reason, and it took a little while to sort out that no, Baltar wasn't a wizard, and he didn't have a magical staff, and even if he were a wizard with a magical staff, Gaeta was not a material out of which one would build a magical staff. There's probably a lesson here about ambiguous phrasing, but I'm too entertained to learn it.
Rec room. Baltar and Starbuck raise their bets until the other two players drop out. Then Baltar sniffs, "I'm not used to playing in this kind of high-stakes game." Heh. Starbuck says that he could bow out. Baltar agrees that he should examine his motives before continuing. He pulls a cigarette out of the jacket he's piled on top of the chips, and says that if he stays in the game, he might lose his stake and be humiliated. Starbuck says, "'Humiliated' is a such a strong word. 'Embarrassed' would be my choice." Starbuck is wearing a hoodie that I don't think we see her wear again in the first season. Because I don't remember seeing so much of her cleavage in other episodes. Baltar makes with the banter about Starbuck playing rough, and there's a distant whirring as if, many decks below them, Cally feels a sudden urge to roll her eyes vigorously. Baltar finally admits, "My hand's not that strong; it certainly wouldn't take much to knock me out of the game." Starbuck thanks him, and reaches out to grab the chips. Baltar puts his hands on hers -- which I think was the goal here for him -- and says, "However..." Y'know, I think that at a certain point, you've conceded the hand, and if someone's already reaching out to collect their winnings with a sign of relief, it's too late to say, "Oh wait, no, I'm still in, actually!" But I don't play poker. So Baltar says, "Without a little risk, life would be so dull, wouldn't it?," and calls the bet. Starbuck has "three on a run," which causes some appreciative murmurs in the room. Baltar nods, and smirks, and announces that he has "full colors." The onlookers applaud. I wish they'd play a game I understood, like Creights. Baltar mugs for the crowd and collects his jacket, and his winnings while Starbuck stares at him. After a moment, Baltar remembers that he's James Bond, and offers Starbuck one of his fancy-shmancy cigarettes. Starbuck takes it, and allows Baltar to light it for her after thanking him. Baltar suaves, "My pleasure." And, of course, then Starbuck blows a stream of smoke into his face. Baltar coughs, and I'm honestly not sure if he gets that she did that intentionally, because he excuses himself like he's hoping she won't notice his eyes watering. It's hard to tell with Baltar when he's feigning obliviousness, and when he's actually oblivious. Anyway, Baltar collects his winnings, offers Starbuck a final, schoolboy smile, and leaves. And thus, an epic romance is born. Well, kind of.