[Glacius simply smiles carefully at Carlisle as he speaks... he knows that to talk of his lost family can be painful, which is one of those things that the alien understands completely, even if his own family isn't actually gone per say. At least his partner doesn't seem too saddened by this particular track of conversation; the otherworldly being looks at his own loaf now, his glowing green eyes tracing lines that he swears look a lot like some of the nodes of his microweave...]

Well, you are making good use of everything that you inherited... all the little details, even in something so simple. It shows a lot of care for what you make, which just makes me appreciate it all the more. I'm... ha, I've literally never felt this way before, but it's so nice I'm almost sad to eat it.