"That is, in fact, the memory I wish to make. Thank you. Hey!" Jan waves the photographer over with a bright smile, signaling to them that they've picked their standee. He turns to Laurent and starts pushing at him to maneuver him behind the photo stand. Without even bothering to give him the illusion of choice (Laurent would probably make him do it, anyway), he props Laurent into the hole for he reaper before he stands up on his toes so he can get his face into the witch's.

"Feel free to embrace your inner moron for the picture," Jan says, looking toward the photographer as they get into position. Very appropriately, Jan picks the absolutely cringiest fucked-silly face he can muster just in time for the picture to get taken.