"I doubt he knows about lined paper,"

"At home, we don't write on parchment paper at least, " Justine shrugged.

If this was real. "Mhm. Night then, " Justine stopped in front of her room.

Justine let herself in, letting the door close her. Pulling on something more comfortable, she headed to the bedroom.

"Got you something that might work a tad better than uh, Reynold's?" Mickey said with a slight smile. "And more pens."

Mickey stepped in after him. She set the bag of things on a side table, glancing around. Identical to hers for the most part.

"Uh...baking pastries really, we call them cookie sheets. Didn't think you'd use them before I got the chance to go back out, sorry,"

"Uh...cookies."

"I'll help if you'd like. But I got you this, it's a journal, leather bound for durability, and the pages are thick and numerous," She said, drawing it out and handing it to him. "Should suffice I think"

"Not much, compared to the amount of money we received."

"Oh it's no problem. You said you wanted to write, it's probably best you have something that will keep. Oh and pens," She pulled the two fountain pens and the pac of Bic pens out. "These," She indicated the fountain pens. "Are fancy, probably closer to what you're used to using, but these," She held up the Bic pens, 'are incredibly durable, last forever, and tend to not be as...subjective."