The "Girls on Laptops" pile. This is back to Old Pen. Carrying a bottle of India ink on location seems a bit risky. Reminds me, back in 4th grade, when kids had to use fountain pens, I was sucking on mine (one of those Scriptos with transparent barrel) and suddenly my mouth filled with ink. Being at that age where just about everything mortified me, I sat silently through history class with a mouth full of ink and spit it out in the nearest water fountain afterwards. Needless to say, my lips and teeth were stained indigo blue, and I looked like a child zombie the rest of the day. Except instead of a pale face, mine was crimson. Kind of like a sad Joker. I'm still trailing that particular cloud of glory.