Always more questions than he knows what to do with; Esteban has to carefully weigh which one he wants to ask the most because he has too many of them. Silly questions about cooking and training and games and music; just curious as he is to get to know even just slivers of his companion's enjoyment.

Maybe he could go in order? He's not sure he's going to keep track of them all-- experience tells him he won't-- but he's willing to try anyways~

"Y' play music?" That was not the start of the order, but he does quickly realize he wants to know this one the most.

"I play the drums a bit--" he mentions, eager again, "-- but I haven't held one in a while. They're kinda hard t' carry 'round." At least the ones he prefers; the large ones that rattle the breath from between his ribs.