Hey, you and mom taught me to question authority.

I'm just brushing that working-class chip off your shoulder.

What? What's that?

Oh, come on, Dad, he's elite and privileged and lives in a palace.

What's your beef with him anyway? I mean, he seems like a nice enough guy.

Well, maybe I can get you to push them into a cake for me.

You should be tougher on those agribusiness mofos.

Yeah, you and three other people.

I watched your committee hearing on the flight home.

Hey, Mijo.

Hey, Dad.

And in so far as it concerns the President's trade deal with Great Britain, well, the First Son's charm offensive this week has helped his mother's campaign.

But I think it's telling that, in it, no matter how silly the so-called cake-gate controversy may be, and it is very silly, you can already see the potential outlines of what President Claremont's campaign could be about next year, right?

Later, Shaan!

See you in a few months, Your Majesty.

Well, I need to get out of here.

I know, I know, stand to your right.

I think we're supposed to shake hands now.

Some photos, Your Royal Highness? Mr Claremont-Diaz?

That's perfect, then kill me and I won't have to go.