A bit later, Pullo's all set to go except for a stop in the kitchen to stuff some lunch in his knapsack. As he sets his sword on the counter, Gaia saunters in, commenting on the weapon's sharpness. "Don't touch that," Pullo says, a little sharply himself. She tries to make conversation, but he's not interested: "I know your game, I don't want any part of it." So Gaia takes his hand and runs it up the inside of her naked thigh, telling him, "Too bad. It's a good game." Subtle, this girl. Pullo continues to rebuff her advances: "Don't flatter yourself. We're done." He leaves her there. Good thing he got over his little crush, too, because Eirene has just shown up and has witnessed this little moment unobserved. As Pullo's about to head out, Eirene emerges from the shadows to ask what Gaia wanted. "Oh, nothing," says Pullo. "You know her." Indeed Eirene does. She asks where Pullo's going, and says he's off for the day for some work. He invites her to come along: "Lovely country where I'm going." Just then Vorenus comes out of his upper office, and Pullo suggests to him, "Why don't we all go?"
Cut to a shot of a picnic blanket being spread out under the sun in a beautiful clearing. It's idyllic and sunny and perfect, with Vorenus and all the kids and even Lyde along for the trip. Hey, if you have to do a hit, there's no sense in wasting the opportunity to turn it into a family picnic. Pullo takes his leave of the group, even though Eirene asks him not to. I think she's trying to foreshadow again, but she doesn't have the knack of it yet. He mounts up, telling them to save him some chicken: "Otherwise I'm eating Lucius when I get back." I assume he means the little one, although who knows how far his relationship with Vorenus has progressed off-camera? He rides off down the road at a walk, two slaves behind him on foot.
At Cicero's villa, the man himself is in his rear courtyard, playing a board game involving black and white stones. His opponent is a young boy with whose rear courtyard I presume Cicero is no less familiar. This subtly ooky scene is interrupted by Cicero's slave Tyro, and another man who brings news from Antony's camp. The messenger whispers into Cicero's ear. Cicero's face gets very serious as his attention shifts from the game on the table in front of him to the much larger one, in which he's about to be taken off the board.