"An homage?" At least he's slowed down a bit, his confusion helping him stay on the one subject for a little longer this time around. "The moon y' have is an homage?" He pauses.

"So it is made of magic then?" OH! No wait-- "Oh! The name is an homage! Got it!" Clearly they hadn't been on the same page, but Esteban is happy enough to understand his mistake, resettling his thoughts in order. Still, living underground, with no moon nor sun; what a strange life it must be-- or rather, what a strange life it is for him. But he can at least try his hand.

"Moonfingers?" His nose scrunches even while his lips part in a cheeky grin, amused at the term. "That sounds kinda grim to eat." Language can be so odd sometimes, but he doesn't mean it in a bad way. "'F you make soup with it, does the soup glow?"

It's a very important question. Lips quirk upwards as he goes on, still too curious to sit still all that much.

"Oh, Glimmer? What's the thing y' like the most from bein' outside, an' what's the thing y' miss the most from home?" he asks onwards, curious to see the way she's experienced both worlds, the two facets of living, even though he can't imagine how strange it would be underground.

At least it's not a dozen question in quick succession, this time.