Won't even give him a pencil, eh? Off to a great start, here. He looks around the circulation desk and sees nothing that he can use to fill out the form. What kind of library circulation desk has no pencils or pens? He scans the large main room of the library. There are rows of tables with lamps on them and chairs around them. There are maybe half a dozen patrons at the tables, all deep in study, from the looks of things. But not a single one is using a writing instrument.
Damn it all, he says.
Daisy hears him and raises her voice ever so slightly from her conversation with Rowena. You might try down the street. There's a pharmacy. You could buy a pen, there.