He's still running large fingers along the tiny patches of felt. His smile is wide, touched and endeared at the little palm-sized toy. Esteban is not one for material things much, but this is too precious-- and the fabric is smooth and soft under his touch.

"'f course I do!" he's quick to add. "Perfect pocket-size for travellin', an' ev'rythin' 'bout it's so soft!" If he has a bit of a accent in his regular days; this is far worse, joy lilting along with vanishing syllables as he speaks. "An' y' made it y'rself!" He snickers. "That's already more th'n I'd ever manage!"

Though, well, to be fair... Rezo's skills aren't much better than Esteban. And yet he's not disappointed? Of all things, it just makes the gift all the more heartfelt, he thinks. Maybe he should try his hand at it himself.

"I don't have somethin' for you though," he realizes, feeling a little bad at the lack of reciprocity. "Small finicky stuff isn't... easy 'cause of my hands. Don't have the dexterity in 'em, an' their calloused weird 'cause of the spinnin'." Which made some tasks a bit harder, especially with fine, delicate works.

"I can cook an' bake a bit though!" He's getting better at that, and it's a bit of an offer too. "I could make you somethin'? T' say 'thank you'!" He's already said it, but it doesn't mean Esteban doesn't feel it still falls short. "What would you like?!"

Clearly, he's not about to take 'no, thank you' as an answer.