Maturing and not having his brain scrambled by memory eating spirits or Sorceresses, he could use some time for all of that. The not stabbing was greatly appreciated. He was still feeling a little too cold to react amenably to that.

Having no idea on exactly how one was supposed to make a table with a knife, Seifer had no real opinion on Squall's skill one way or another. Frankly he never considered the process it took to get a table out of a tree. Couldn't even tell what it was Squall was supposed to be making. "The monster situation's pretty boring." He agreed, they barely even counted. And without their gunblades, well... A sword might work. Boring compared to what they're accustomed to.

A few more beats as he watched Squall work, brows furrowed. "...The hell you making?" He simply cannot resist the need to be nosy.