"If they fit you," Kisame said. "You can pilfer all you want,"
Kisame'd already taken all the good stuff, after all, ages ago. The rings, the gold collars, the little religious statuettes.
What? They didn't need them.
He tilted his head at the bar. "C'mon, Grayson. Gonna need more food than whatever you've got, it's gonna be an all day sort of thing. We'll get some rations outta the kid's room."