Barack a grin, and for a moment his teeth were the brightest thing in the room, as he walked over and took Justin's hand.

"I was happy to make the time, for you." They walked over to the desk, which the older man leaned back on slightly, still talking. "It's important we get to know each other better. Our nations are intimately tied… economically."

"So, congratulations again on your election. I've been impressed by your progress these first few months," said Obama.

Trudeau blushed. "Oh—thank you, you too!" The flush in his cheeks deepened as he went to correct himself. "I mean, not you too, because you were elected ages ago, but —well, not that I'm not impressed by you, but-" he laughed nervously and looked away, cringing inwardly at how badly he'd already messed up this first impression.

They head to one of the guest apartments on the third floor and Justin locks the door behind him, smiling conspiringly at his companion. He heads to the mantel and pulls out a lighter and a reasonably sized joint from a drawer.

"How'd you get that in?"

Justin shrugs.