Galvin ran over to his table, gathering his things to write. He quickly unrolled the parchment paper. "Ah, this is..."

It looks much different.

It also feels weird.

Is this even made from animal hide?

I'm not sure.

"They're still open at this hour?" Justine followed her.

"I suppose this would be the night life then,"

"Awesome," Justine also spotted the store after following her gaze and approached it.

Mickey entered, looking around. Journals...journals....aha! "There we are!" She headed to them.

Mickey glanced over the journals, looking for a leather-bound one that would keep well during travels.

Mickey pulled down a thick one, filled to the brim with plenty of paper, and leather bound. This one. She went to the fountain pens next, thinking he might like some of those. Though BIC pens would last much better.

Both, she'd get both. She picked them out and went to find Justine.

"There you are. Oh...beautiful, aren't they?" Mickey asked.

Mickey nodded. "Ready."

Mickey nodded, having checked out already. "Think he's discovered he can't write on parchment paper yet?" She asked as they walked.