Glacius quietly notes the wine glass--though at first he didn't think much of thew few drinks he had here and there around the apartment, it was hard not to see how it all added up when you lived with the person. He's considered many times whether or not he should say anything, is considering it again right now in fact... but he doesn't want to come off as a meddler, or seem like he's trying to control his new roommate. If he notices the habit persisting or getting out of hand, then he may eventually have to figure out some way to intervene... but when the clergyman is just having a few sips for relaxation it's not so bad, and the alien wants to continue enjoying this time with his friend. So for now he's not going to say anything about it, he'll just focus on the baking.

"Ahh, I see now. I can see how the motions themselves would be therapeutic as well... and the fact that it serves two uses is very ingenious," Glacius nods, his pupils tracking every motion of Carlisle's hands. There's something very therapeutic about just watching him work, too. The ice alien folds his arms and leans forward slightly--it lets him get a better look, but it's also remarkably laid-back posturing that the normally straight-backed, perfectly postured alien doesn't often take on. "I'm glad you have a few practices here and there that help you calm down." So far Carlisle hasn't seemed to have had much of a taste for his methods--though he'll continually try to get the human to join in whenever he can.