"I don't have anything to write with."
The Doctor rummaged through his pockets and tossed her what looked like a notepad.
Looking at the object, Rose peeled back the plastic sheet on top and laughed. "You want me to write complex mathematical equations on a magic slate?"
Turning to face her, the Doctor blinked in surprise. "What's wrong with a magic slate? Would you rather an Etch-a-Sketch? I have one here somewhere."
"Never mind." Rose shuddered at the thought. "This'll be fine."
dw100 — challenge #129: pen and paper
dw100 — challenge #130: art