Neither does Peridot. Which is a problem, particularly since that does sound like a very useful spell to have. The excitement on her face at having Strange acquiesce quickly fades, and glances around, half hoping someone will come running forward with the instruments they need. No such luck.

Time to improvise then. She skims the nearby refreshments table for ideas.

"Oh! Here--"

She snatches up a napkin, a chicken bone someone rudely left on the platter, and a boat full of some kind of black currant sauce, and holds all three out to him. "Ta-da. Improvised writing implement. Nyehehehehe."