"You're wrong." The reply came without missing a beat, and without anything else to add to that he simply scrunched his face at her in indignation and went back to his work with the chair and blanket.
He stopped, thinking for a second, then pointed to himself as he eyed her. "Are we sure this is your birthday and not my birthday? Because that definitely sounds like a my birthday thing." He then looked at both chairs, both blankets and both boxed, and felt slightly confused. "Wait....how are we doing this again?" He pulled his own blanket off, laughing a bit to himself as he tried to wrap his brain around the construction of a fort, and moved to grab the corner of the blanket Quistis was using. "Okay, I think I'm back on track now."