Wren’s being pranked… super hard right now, but she’s genuinely not sure how to react to it. She’s currently tending to a drive-thru order, speaking through her mic and out the speaker that’s in front of the car…

“So… you want the ‘Thick Thighs Pussy Salad’…?”

She blinks to herself, slowly pulling up her trousers, which are slowly riding down her body.

“… uhm… which number item is that, sir?”

She clears her throat, frowning subtly as she looks through the camera attached to the speaker, her gaze focused on the grainy image of the customer’s car.