[He nods, thoughtful, as they enter the kitchen. Moving around to the counter, Erik opens up the container there that holds the remainder of his produce from the planet. It's mostly nuts and berries, easier to forage from the perimeter of the ship, rather than go back to the fallen vessel deep in the woods.]

I can trade you something for it, if you're willing to make some. I'm making a pen as a gift for someone... I can manage the pen itself easily enough, but ink is a little harder to find.