He's amused that Myla is so amused. Here again the strangeness of it hits him - sitting around in someone else's home, passing the morning with conversation with two other people and it hasn't - yet - ended in disaster. Feels like he's tricking them. Lemm attempts to hold that thought at arm's length and basks in the normality a while longer.

...The way the Godseekers look is enough confirmation that something highly ceremonial has gone on. And he suspects, in some way, it is related to why or how they seem to have hitched a mental ride on one body and left the rest behind. This he touches on only vaguely, and makes comments on the masks more than the rest. They'd be heavy and restrictive made of anything metallic. The golden colour marks them as particularly unique, and foreign to Hallownest, as Myla seems to have figured out.

It's all carefully filed in his head, as all such information is.

"I'm not..." Lemm stops the automatic response and looks down. He mumbles a thank you, even if he doesn't reach for the basket now. Maybe when he leaves.

Which he should. Soon. Reluctant as he is, he can feel himself getting antsy and there is a lull in the conversation, so -

"...I've relics to be getting back to." He sounds almost like he's testing the water on whether or not this is a polite way of doing it.