Joan's up on the roof of the school, fiddling with the camera. Adam arrives and steals up behind her, and says, "Hey." I would have exited my skin, but Joan only jumps a bit, and greets him happily. She explains she's figuring out the fine points of the camera. Adam says he didn't know she took pictures. Joan: "Sure. It's my thing. Did you know I'm one of the photographers for the yearbook?" Adam mentions Iris is doing that, too. Joan: "Yeah, I know. But for me, it's more like a calling." Adam smiles and says he didn't know. Joan, flirtatiously: "There's a lot you don't know about me, Mr. Rove." She kisses him. They talk about the pictures she's supposed to shoot. Adam: "It’s really cool, you know, what you can do with a camera. Like catching passing moments in time…and freezing life." Joan looks at him, smiling, and says she likes this: "Talking like this." She has to take off. Adam guesses he'll sketch her later on. Frink and I, in dopey voices in unison: "Sketch you later!" "Jinx!" As she takes off Adam says, "Careful. Have a good shoot."

Cut to Joan taking various candid and club shots. The first one, of the French club, she attempts with the lens cap on. One little dork in a red beret snots, "Le lens cap." If there's something doofier than a man in a beret, I don't know what it is. Joan removes it. Then she shoots the astronomy club. Luke comments, "This seems to be an unnecessarily adventurous angle…" Joan, from her perch up in a tree, tells her brother that "artists take risks." She wants them gazing up at the sky in wonder: "Give me some wonder." She struts through the halls, snapping shots randomly. One is of a couple making out (not Makeout Couple, though). But she takes the picture by just brandishing the camera in their general direction and not even looking through the viewfinder. She hides in some guy's locker and makes a weird face as he opens it, snapping his picture as he freaks. She buttonholes some other kid in the hall with instructions to "look mean."