Well, it's not the first time Ganymede has ever seen a man incredibly uncomfortable in a toga, and he can commiserate at least in part, given it's been centuries since he wore one himself and whoever left this one for him did not see fit to give him the under-layer of a tunic. So he can't blame Jake for looking uncomfortable, and when he trips Ganymede steps back quickly enough to dodge most of the food getting on his clothes. Not all, but most.

He's used to wine stains on clothes, it won't kill him. He laughs once, a huff of air, and holds out his hands towards Jake. "Would you like someone to fix that?" he asks. "Your toga?"