Ah. So the leading Godseeker is annoying. That does explain a few things. If Myla isn't so incorrigibly upbeat about her, no wonder the Knight seemed to have opinions.

"Pah. Sounds like a riot, that one." Condolences for their dead gods, and all. "Mote that forbearance maketh a patrician of all bugs, yet some it seems are basely intolerable. Unattributed."

With that, and while the Knight is looking down at what they're writing, Lemm sneaks a bite of the pastry - and oh that is tremendously unfair isn't it. He goes still, closes his eyes for a second, and huffs a very quiet sigh. Because that is delicious. There is just no way he can put this down.

Lemm is thoroughly invested before the Knight ends their last sentence.

Probably not the best timing, though. Taking care not to get crumbs on their page, he reads and then shoots them a cautious look. His first attempt at reading aloud is abruptly cut off when he remembers his mouth is full. Lemm brings a fist up to sit firmly in front of his mouth and frowns off to one side while he finishes chewing, even though the beard rather means there's little to see anyway. Then he reads.

"...I'd be hesitant to ascribe a moral to that, given the outcome." A pause. "I'm vastly underqualified to give you much more than that, I'm afraid."