[It does seem to make Glacius feel a little bit better about chowing down! He watches his human friend and then emulates him up to a point, tearing off a chunk and engulfing it in his hand rather than stabbing it with a shifted finger and absorbing it that way. The result is the same: when he opens his hand again the piece of bread he tore off is gone, not so much as a crumb left.

Then he leans back, slightly, tilting his head up and closing his eyes. His gills pull in a deep breath of the fresh air, no hindrance to his respiration whatsoever now that he's been completely healed; it fills his chest and then billows up out of the biological vents in his neck with easy, rhythmic fluttering.] And I thank you for it. This is really very nice, Carlisle... I'm having a good time sharing this moment and this meal with you. We should... do more things like this, shouldn't we?