"I don't think the train w'ld let me set fire t' anythin' and not raise alarm bells," comes his half-hearted snicker, the bridge of his nose scrunching in mischief. "Can't very well show a real fire dance without fire."

There's a shake of his head as Esteban denies it, not particularly caring for the snacks right now when he still feels half offput by the entire situation. It's only when he takes a step back that he notices Tidus doesn't even have his bag with him, doesn't even have anything. Just... waiting at the doors, rather than walking out.

"How 'bout you?" he asks curiously, lingering-- every minute he buys with his friends is another 'now' he can collect greedily, even if it is tinted with sorrow. "Waitin' for someone?"

Oh! Is he waiting for Inigo? That would make sense. Esteban only half-remembers the message that had given him such a strong kick of emotions, only knows that it had felt personal somehow, with how he'd barely re-learned to make friends only to have them wrenched out of his hold. A "don't get attached" that the half-elf knows he'd react non-verbally to if someone had said it to his face. (He tucks that anger away too.)