Frank sat on his own chair, worrying his lower lip as he thought about it. He could have summoned a desk as well, now that he had the vision of his grandma's office in his mind but like Solomon said, the book was the important part if they were going to keep on writing.

And he was painfully aware that every moment Solomon took to explain because Frank didn't understand was a moment he could have spent studying on his own, so he was going to make the most of it.

"I don't really have a book or a journal in mind, but..." He took a moment to remember, to focus on the memory. Eventually he placed a hand on the desk and slowly a calligraphy kit began to appear: a pot, some ink, an ink stone, a few brushes and paper. "I think this might also be useful?"