Lexi: …if Donald Trump and Justin Trudeau were both drowning and you could only save one of them, where would you take Trudeau for lunch after?
Jilly: Oooh, that’s a tough one.
[Lexi and Jilly argue over sandwich places]
Me: No, no, no! Y’all are missing the point. If I’m in a situation where I am saving the Prime Minister’s life, that means he’s a guest in my city. And I will treat a guest in my city to only the finest Philadelphia cuisine.
L&J: … and that is?
Me: I’m taking him to a lunch truck!
Lexi: NO
Jilly: Lunch truck, corner place, as long as it has no distinguishable features so that he will only remember how good the sammich was… and when he finds himself again in a time of need, he scours the city with his handsome gaze until he finds that same place.