Hillary Clinton dined with her personal designated survivor, Kate McKinnon, in New York’s Theater District Wednesday night before popping over to see Sunset Boulevard on Broadway. On the menu? Laughter. According to a Page Six spy, “Lots of laughter emanated from their table.”

What was so funny? Maybe Clinton was giving McKinnon notes on how to laugh correctly, with proper tenor and cadence, so that next time the Saturday Night Live star has reason to play her she’ll be fresh. Maybe they were going through an itemized list of the first four weeks of her opponent’s presidency. Maybe Clinton was work-shopping her first tight five with an expert for a second act in stand-up. She made it far in one male-dominated profession; might as well try another.

It’s hard to imagine their male counterparts, Alec Baldwin and Donald Trump, ever agreeing to break bread at a Midtown restaurant, though it’s not hard to imagine how it would go. There they'd sit, ordering for each other. Trump: “We’ll each have the well-done steak.” Baldwin: “Actually, the Caesar wedge for me, and he’ll have the French onion soup.” Trump: “No, no. We’ll both have the meatloaf . Trust me, it’s delicious, you’ll love it.” Baldwin: “Excuse me. Waiter? We’ll both have the Caesar wedge.” Trump: “No, seven bags of Lays to share,” and so on forever and ever until the waiter drops a check of zero dollars, looking steadily at President Trump and saying, "Thank you for dining with us, sir. Have a good night."