The stop does help, and without an immediate threat, Esteban can lay his worries down, preferring to take a breather. It's not quite the nap that he'd like, but then who could sleep through the end of the world?

"From bein' 'round you?" the redhead protests when Kaiba calls out that his Blue Eyes card might have a thicker skin by his mere presence. "I think she'd be proud, pers'nally." His grin grows cheekier, warmer. "Y're a lot more th'n meets the eye, an' I mean that in a good way."

He's never been really good with words, but they come from the heart. He's really pleased to have met Kaiba. He's really glad to have become his friend.

The granola bar earns him a gentle "thanks!" as Kaiba mentions the Guardian Spirits.

"Sorta. Not me though." He adds, as an afterthought. There's a shrug as he speaks, seeing as he's gotten over this long, long ago, and it's not even something that makes him upset anymore. "My grandfather was an asshole-- is an asshole-- an' he refused t' flower the year I was born."

Now would be a good time for some context. Context that-- judging by Esteban's meandering gaze-- the half-elf isn't even aware that he ought to bring up. Not everyone is from the same world after all. He swallows his bite before turning his questions onto his friend again.

"Say-- I never asked-- what's gotten you into Duel Monsters t' begin with?"