Lemm reels back and flaps his whole hand at their paper this time, repeatedly, at arm's length.

"Urgh! Stop it! Nauseating information that not a single bug in Hallownest or beyond needs to know - least of all me!" He finishes batting away their words and presses that hand to his forehead instead. "It's no wonder I've a headache, noxious little brute that you are. Bring any of that with you into my shop - or near me ever again, and you will find out how much a Wanderer's Journal weighs."