The sight of the camera caused Farren to raise an eyebrow. She didn't really do well with photos. Not because she wasn't photogenic, but because she hated standing still long enough for one to be taken. Any family portraits of the Summers pack were torture for the middle wolf. Standing around in clothes that were too stiff for comfort and forced cheesy smiles? If she knew about it ahead of time, she'd do her best to have a sudden sick day. Unless her mother threatened her -- then Farren would submit herself to the picture, but she would not be happy about it, something that she made known. "It's no problem. I'm here, I'm late, so I might as well get cracking." She picked up an empty cup and a marker, writing Corwin's name at the top and scribbling initials for his order. Normally, she just made the drinks and didn't run the register for the simple fact that it was impossible for any of the other employees to read her handwriting, but since she was there with the cups, she went ahead and wrote. It didn't matter since she was going to make his drink anyways. "Extra whipped cream, sounds about like what I get. Coffee anything so long as there's whipped cream." Farren was definitely guilty of poking certain customer's whipped cream and licking the excess off of her finger. Really, it was like they were begging her to do it, putting her on the construction of the drinks. "They were definitely lucky," she stated. "Some might be a little worse for the wear, but they're all living. They're lucky last night was the full, otherwise I might've been in a worse mood." That probably wasn't very true. Any time of the month, full or no, Farren was likely to snap and bite someone's head off for getting into her way when she was in a hurry. "Anything for Kiley?" she asked as she started gathering the ingredients for Corwin's drink.