Lemm nods. "It's ingredients that're the hard part. Underground communities always suffer for variance. I doubt Hallownest could support a population like that again without reinstating imports." Lemm catches himself wanting to veer off into a historical debate and coughs lightly. "...Haven't been cooking much," he admits just to get off that particular track.

Absently, because he is thinking about food and because he was eating them earlier, he slides the candy jar towards himself and gets as far as plucking one out before remembering himself. The Knight is eyed with some measure of inner debate before Lemm decides he's going to attract questions putting it back and just pops it quickly into his mouth.

"Preserved stuff is easier to find in a place like this. Dried or pickled or what have you. Convenient for a bug who doesn't want to stay away from his work for long, as well." Is that telling? Lemm hopes not, but he's not stupid... "I can point you to a few places I haven't searched, if it interests you. I know you have other friends who eat."