Esteban has to bite back the comment that Allen's suggestion makes so much sense, why is he listening to his reckless blabber? But then his suggestion is picked up, and the half-elf grins, eager to at least attempt it.

"Definitely gonna ask." He mentions brightly.

"Alright, your turn!" It-- it was Allen's turn for a question, wasn't it? Or was it Allen who had first asked how the train made it snow? Esteban's lost track, but he's having fun, anyways, so he's not even considering turning the questions away, enjoying the company.

"No wait-- my turn!" Yep, it had definitely been Allen who asked about the snow. Esteban ponders a bit, wondering what he should ask next, before he turns, beaming. "What's somethin' you're learnin' to do, right now?"

With time on their hands, Esteban had immediately decided to start practicing something new, a bit by accident, and a bit because Esteban loves communicating, as clearly proven by his constant long back and forth with his silver-haired companion-- among others. His hand comes up to wave in the air again, the slow, unsteady spelling stretching the letters between them once more. {A-l-e-n, Allen.}