[The look of WITCHCRAFT!! on Molly's face is entirely facetious because he just loves fucking with people.] Oh my god, how did you ever trap the fire in that little screen.

[He breaks off into laughter and takes the tablet back, repeating the series of button mashes, but this time holding the camera up to a group of people chatting in a corner before he snaps a imperfect, but still functional photo.] No, but really. Thank you. That's brilliant. It's the fucking buttons that throw me off every bloody time.