@timemarked
He was in a bind.
Somehow, always, one way or another since coming to this damn island, misfortunes upon misfortunes seemed to pile upon him. This time, however, after ruining that lady's food, they tried to appease her, by promising to be her personal photographer.
Such a farce, since Archer has no idea what to do with cameras, or how it even works! Learning fast was an option, but how fast, especially for that gal who'd probably going to do stuff to him if he didn't measure up to her expectations?
A rather worrisome dilemma! He'd wish he'd just didn't enter that cafe, or say those things, but he can't quite turn back time in the first place. They'd wonder if they could optimally disappear-- an option, was in the realm of possibility-- but for how long?
As they thought such strange strategems to avoid the ever soon duty, someone had caught their attention - a man with a camera.
"Oh."
Contrived coincidence or not, they're going to take a chance. "Hey, uh, excuse me... are you any good with that camera?"