I don't have a decent working fountain pen in the house. I don't even have a disposable one I can lay my hands on. Yes, I have some fountain pens I intend (to learn [through doing]) to repair, sometime, starting with some crappy ones in case my inexpertise mucks things up; I have the famous lo-fi repair book by the late Frank Dubiel and a couple of great old pens with rotted innerds. But, meanwhile, I shall have not one but two brand-spankin' new options, soon.
And more than one option of ink color.
I'm a little tickled with myself about it. That's tickled, not ticked. TICKLED. Fancy that.