[He only asked for your help, Noctis... not your judgment on how he decides to spend his time...

For some reason, the question seems to stump him for a moment. Like he's just been building without really thinking about what it is he was working on.] A wall, I guess. [Brief pause.] A fort? A base? Something like that.

[He is a little old for it, sure, but he's never really been exposed to snow like this before. Well, that's not true, but he had other things on his mind the last time. Regardless, the whimsy of it exacerbated childish impulses.

He beams at Noctis when he brings the asked-for chunk of snow.] Great. Thanks. [He helps mold into place and... it's done. Whatever the hell it is.]

Yeah.

[By God, he looks so proud...]

Alright. Do you want to help me do the honors?

[Maybe at some point he'll learn a little specificity.]