"Depends on when it is. When is it, Poppy?"
"Well, it's the year 3025 and it's, uh, kind of 1630 too. But I meant, can I ask you...?"
"For assistance in 2013? Sure. I'm just gardening. Where are you and what are you doing?"
"I'm interviewing crew applicants for a shipping firm. They sent me to Tortuga --lots of sailors used to long journeys in the 1600s."
"The Pleiades-Bombay Navigation Company. You've never heard of it."
"Hmmm. Interstellar. Do they build the hulls of their ships by solar-lens refraction super-heating spinning iron asteroids just outside the orbit of Mercury --like clay on a potter's wheel-- then magnetically move them into the planet's shadow to cool?"
"How...how could you know?"
"Lucky guess. What's your applicant like?"
"He's really young, Geo. Clean. Too clean. Says he's a pirate but the scarf on his head says "BSA". He claims it means 'Buccaneer Ship Associaton'."
"Fleur de lis?"
"'Boy Scouts of America', Poppy. Is he wearing tennis shoes?"
"Pretend to drop your pen, pick it up and look under the table. What do you see?"
"Gosh! Tennis shoes! They didn't have tennis shoes in 1630, did they?"
"No, Poppy, nor should they in 3025 --not with him in them. You must not recruit him."
"Another time traveler?"
"I can't comment on that, but be kind. Tell him to take the Einstein-Rosen Bridge home. There's a life waiting for him there that he really shouldn't miss."