It was washing day on the Ghost. Blankets, clothes, towels, anything and everything fabric was laundered and hung out to dry under Lothal’s sun.
But it was tricky washing all your clothes at once when you only had one outfit and nothing to wear in the meantime, so Ezra constructed a makeshift skirt out of duct tape and his own wanted posters and laid out on the hull to catch some rays.
He was fine until he fell asleep. And the wind picked up.
He was rudely jolted awake by Kanan hollering, “COVER YOUR LIGHTSABER, PADAWAN, THIS ISN’T A WARZONE!”