[ With her crew, Nami’s fondness for pens and good paper, and the willingness with which she’s happy to lose a few hours shopping for either one is an anomaly - which makes the afternoon spent with Weiss all the more enjoyable.

Now that their shopping excursion is winding down she’s eager to get back to her room and the desk that the casino has been kind enough to furnish her otherwise basic accommodations with (so she can delight in that fastidious and deeply nerdy pleasure that comes from setting fresh bottles of new ink in their proper spots) inviting Weiss along so they can pour over their purchases and spend a little more time in the other’s company. She’s still refining her people skills after spending most of her life using them to deceive and cheat others, but making friends here has proven interesting, and someone like Weiss who shares the interests she never gets to share with anyone ]

Did you end up going to any other stores? [ Nami asks, tossing her shopping bags onto her bed before reaching behind her to push the door to her quarters shut, patting the pockets of her shorts before retrieving a smaller bottle of ink to show Weiss. ]

I forgot they gave me a free sample of this. [ The ink in the bottle looks black, with an oddly golden undercurrent, like a vein of precious metal running through a block of jet. ] It’s supposed to be water soluble, so not great for my stuff, but maybe yours?