"Not a bad idea," Q says, meaning being ambidextrous, not having one hand fall off. "I've had a bit of practice after all."
Q walks over to the bench. "I could make you one. You know, so you don't have to trouble yourself. Sort of my job actually. Rosewood, teak, mahogany, you name it." He picks up one of the knives, testing the blade with his thumb. He nods, satisfied at the sharpness. He picks up a carrot and bends industriously to his peeling. "About my own equipment Severus. If you could make me a list, I can stop abusing your things."