You and Riff sneak away from the jets, finding a Photo Booth on your way. You immediately run to it, dragging him along with you as he protests with a weak groan.

Riff: “doll, do we have ‘ta do this?”

You: “Yes, Riffy! I need a picture of us to hand up on my vanity.” You pout, giving him a look.

He eventually agrees and you start the thingy. A few pictures in, you suddenly give him a peck on the cheek, leaving a big, red lipstick stain. He just lets out whine of protest, giving you a look and small smirk as the booth takes another picture.