Taking a break from his stirring, Carlisle gives Glacius a smile. "As am I."

He sets the bowl down and pushes it across the counter toward Glacius, letting him help where he can. He did seem so eager to find a way to share in Carlisle's little rituals, after all, even one as innocuous as baking. He takes the time to spread more flour on the counter.

"Thankfully, any enemies we might have made out of the Forest Folk wouldn't have been nearly as troublesome as what you've dealt with in your world when it comes to interpersonal relations with another people, given their small stature and lack of magic. They are a good resource for various plants and remedies, though, and one often overlooked. Dealing with them can be an acquired taste at times, but they aren't bad company, especially when, ah."

He quiets down, knowing Glacius has likely heard enough about how he doesn't get along with his own people at times. "Well. They can be rather pleasant, once you've got some of their language down. I don't speak it very well myself. Only a few words and phrases here and there."