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[brainiest]

"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!"

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[exothermia]

[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.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione settles down to sit and listen to him, tilting her head up as he speaks. His offer, though, makes her nose wrinkle. ]

You don't need to trade me anything. It's not as though getting water is going to cost me anything, really. [ All she needs is a cup and her wand, after all. ] I don't mind helping you with a gift.

[exothermia]

Let's compromise, and say this food is payment. [Even if he was already going to give it to her.] And... thank you. I could have left it empty, but it wouldn't feel complete.

[brainiest]

That works for me. [ They both know that it's something they'd do either way. Pushing herself up, she moves to get a cup and some water. ] I suppose you could have tried a quill, but either way you'd need ink.

[exothermia]

A quill? I don't have any feathers... or any idea how to make one.

[brainiest]

Witch. [ Hermione just smiles softly. ] I used to make them all the time when we were at school. Quill and ink is how we took notes and wrote essays.

[exothermia]

[How medieval. But he supposes it's also fitting.]

I think the recipient wouldn't know what to do with a quill. It's not really something we've been taught to write with.

[brainiest]

[ That's wizards for you. ]

It took me a little while to get used to, so I understand. [ Settling down, she draws her wand, considering. ] Just black?

[exothermia]

Black will be fine. [He could suggest blue, to be ironic, but best not to.] Should I make some kind of container?

[brainiest]

Brilliant, I can do that. [ She settles down, focussing on the water before she nods, absently. ] Whatever you'd like to carry it in.

[exothermia]

[He makes a formless noise, considering, before putting his hand into his pocket. Withdrawing the screws he keeps there, he sets them on the table and splays his hands over them. The screws crumple, then liquify, slowly forming themselves into a receptacle no bigger than a ring box.]

[brainiest]

[ Focussing on the transfiguration, Hermione only pays attention to the small container when she's done, blinking her way out of her reverie before she tilts her head up, smiling at Erik. ]

Does this look alright?

[exothermia]

Well... it does look like ink.

[brainiest]

[ She can't help her slightly withering look. ]

Give me a second and I'll test it.

[ It's easy enough to get a pen and notepad out of her bad and transfigure them into quill and parchment. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik blinks as he watches the transformation process, still finding it fascinating though he's seen Hermione do it more than once.]

I would think quills are harder to hold than pens.

[brainiest]

You get used to it, honestly.

[ Dipping the quill in the ink, she writes some random words before she pushes it over for Erik to inspect. ]

[exothermia]

[He gives the writing a cursory look over, and he nods.]

It looks good to me. I think it will do nicely.

[brainiest]

Good. [ Putting a lid on the ink, she passes it over. ] If you need more you know where to go.

[exothermia]

Thank you, Hermione.

[brainiest]

Of course, Erik. Any time.