[Carlisle do you honestly think that he's not going to notice that your glass has somehow magically refilled itself? He's not likely to speak out here given that it's a celebration and all, but he is gradually becoming wary of the clergyman's frequent overindulgence. He'll just have to keep an eye on him.

For now, he has a job to do, so the ice alien dips his head politely and steps away, leaving the two to chat for a bit. When he comes back it's with a plate full of assorted items in each hand and a slightly apologetic look on his face. By now he has a fairly good idea of what sort of things Carlisle seems to enjoy eating, but as for Emily...] I--I just realized that I'm not even entirely sure what you might want to eat, so I brought a little of everything. Given that it's a party for you, I should hope that the menu was tailored to your tastes...