River hums appreciatively, doing just that - closing her eyes and imagining it, letting his words wash over her along with the sense memory he has of those summers. Humid, yes, almost unbearably so, but something cold to drink and baseball to listen to.

"Better than television." She's never heard of a youtube but she can guess it is something similar to vids, broadcast to everyone and cutting short the imagination. Besides, something in her recoils at the idea of spending hours watching something that methodically watches back without actually interacting with anyone. She's wary of screens for that reason; you never know who is actually on the other side. "It sounds nice; summers are for planets and a lost youth. It's been a long time since then."