Basira makes sure to get everyone's names so it's less awkward to talk about supplies later.

They arrive and don't die on the way.

Val pokes some writing implements with not-his-bare-hands, and then uses one of those to poke other things.

He already has stuff but can't hurt to grab a bunch more stuff, right? He doesn't know what trades well but anything he can use is something he doesn't have to come back for later.

Okay, paper! She wants a lot of loose paper and a lot of pens and a lot of pencils and a lot of notebooks, if she can carry all that. Which she can, she's committed here.

Luckily all of those things are still here. If there were a lot of other things before, there don't seem to be now, unless they're hiding.

Basira acquires a long paintbrush for poking things manalessly. She wants enough notebooks and paper that she doesn't have to be conspicuously miserly about it, and the same for pens but she's only finding red ones, why... ooh, a ring-binder, score.

Maybe if she demonstrates collaboration other people will reciprocate and point out interesting things to her. "Anyone want red pens? I've got, like, twenty over here." She takes three.

"Sure, why not, I think the ones over here are all black." He sticks several but not all of the black pens in one of his zip-up pockets along with several pencils and a pocket-sized notebook in a hip pocket, then takes a couple red pens too for variety.

He takes as many full-size notebooks as he can carry in one arm or as many as no one else wants to lay claim to, whichever comes first.

"Oh, there they are." She takes four... five. "Thanks."