He nodded - and then, delving into the little bag he'd gotten from the shop, he pulled out what he'd been told was a 'notepad' - an interestingly bound stack of paper that could be pulled apart sheet by sheet without undoing any stitches (amazing) - and one of many inkpens that hadn't come on a card. "These," he said with the enthusiasm of one getting to introduce someone to something amazing. "They're pens, but you don't have to dip them and the nibs don't bend or break. And look--"

He wrote his name in draconic runes - his natural language - on the first page of the notebook and showed her before dragging his finger across to prove-- "It's already dry! You don't have to sand it before you fold or close the book!"