Q actually laughs. "I've tried writing with my left hand. I'm quite sure a chimpanzee could do better. But I will practice stirring and such. Cutting and eating will take longer to master I'm sure."
Q nods, understanding. He's given Severus presents before. "Birch it shall be," he says cheerfully. "A cherry stain perhaps?" Q looks around a the clutter, though it is as tidily sorted as is possible in the limited space. "I'll just start with the basics then. First year list I think. Subject to your approval of course." He nods again and resumes chopping cabbage, potatoes and (rather messily) the oranges. Q scowls as the juice starts to run over the table. "Dratted things," he mutters.