The Young Weasel Pope ate and drank the last food items as to show that he was compltely satisfied, although had a bit of a cough attack upon hearing the President's suggestion to escort him back to the airport. "A-airport? Oh it's just a typical New Colovian joke in a serious tone hehe, never gets old does it right?" he looked at the secretary with a smile. "I'm pretty sure my purpose was to perform my Popely duties by stopping by to check upon how the Christians in this land were doing, especially the Catholic minority...y'know having selfies with the fans, visiting churches, talking to the local leadership and all that jazz...did I forgot to mention about reminding everyone to show affection for the poor and the crippled?
Very well I'm feeling awfully tired, so I should head back to the hotel I suppose, but thank you once again for all of this and the wonderful dinner you managed to set-up...A pleasure spending time with you Ms. Secretary, hope we'll see each other soon again...perhaps you'd like to coome and visit me in the Vatican I bet you would love the Secret Archives and the spot where Pope Pete the first of his name's bones are located...Mr. President, if you may please?"