Sam Goode and Archie Andrews
The sign hadn't been lost on Archie and he gave Sam a friendly jab with his elbow. "Dude, you didn't tell me you had that kind of stuff, too." Waggling his eyebrows, he grinned. "You think they'd let me in?" Since he wasn't eighteen year, Archie wasn't sure if it was allowed, but he wasn't shy about it.
He turned his attention to Sam's other photography for the time being, though. "Sam, man, you got talent. I don't know what you're talking about. I definitely couldn't do what you do."