Meng Yao is sleep-deprived enough from his new baby that when the cry wakes him up he's halfway through the first verse of Northeastern Cradle Song before he goes from "why can't I find his bottle?" to "because I am standing on a street corner and not in my house."
"The Secretary of State will be fine."
Behold the intoxicating feeling of power. Maybe the government isn't so bad.
"I'm certainly glad we didn't do that! We'd like to arrange for transport to an airport so we can have a meeting in private?"
"Well, right now we're in a hotel room in Kansas City and the front desk person could probably hear if he were determined."
All of his instincts are wrong for this!
"In my home universe it is customary for important meetings to happen in person, would you mind accommodating us?"
He calls a taxi while Meng Yao bounces Meng Xuanyu.
When the taxi driver arrives, Lan Xichen says, "My husband and I are both incredibly good-looking and we were wondering if you would be willing to accept some kind of sexual favors as payment instead of money."
"All right. We don't have any money but we're working with the government on something that is not currently public knowledge and we expect that the government will be able to track everyone who helps us down and pay them back."