"I know Asimov," she tells him, as they stroll towards the edge of the trees. "And The Hobbit, too."

If she could -- if there's a way -- he'd love to see the movies made out of those books, probably. And -- Lord of the Rings hasn't even been written yet, has it? There's a moment of flabbergasted realization at how much of her frame of reference simply doesn't exist yet before she shakes it off and smiles at him. "You know, those types of stories are still really popular in my time. Maybe even more than they are now."