It doesn't take Garth'zel long to put Dev where he needed to be and the groceries where they also belonged. In the end, he decided to make a plate of three or four sandwiches to pile up in the middle of the table for them to take from as needed.

Although given the state of the clothes Ezra had been carrying, a certain item takes priority. "Considering the clothes you brought back has who-knows-what on them, I'm going to need you to wash your hands at the very least. A shower would probably be better."

Yes, very good thing Dev had been left with him in his opinion. Garth'zel surveys the clothes piles and is glad washers on board ships were meant to be able to stand up to a hell of a lot. "Need to borrow a shirt?"

Not that he intends to do Ezra's current set in whatever loads the other clothes wind up divided into.