Caprica had done some research on what exactly Valentine's Day was, and had been pleased to see that it was a holiday celebrating love. She was of the opinion that love in all its various forms was something to be celebrated and cherished and experienced whenever possible. (And of course, upon stating that opinion, she had to put up with twenty minutes of Gaius laughing at her. It was hardly unexpected.)

So she made her way to the table with her name on it and sat waiting for this "Gir" person. What kind of a name is Gir?" Gaius asked sarcastically, sipping at a martini and leaning against the table. She didn't answer, as usual, because was it really any stranger of a name than "Gaius" or "Caprica"?