"Oranges for the fish?" Dusty repeated. It wasn't a combination he would have thought up, but sounded like something cityfolk would pay fifty bucks a plate for at some fancy restaurant. He shrugged, willing to give it a try. He enjoyed food, and cooking, but his preparation skills were limited to downhome cajun style. Most families had their signature cajun dry spice, and this family had been no different. There were other seasonings at their disposal as well. He did, of course, know how to make biscuits, which is what he figured they'd use for the crumb on the cobbler. He blended those ingredients in a mixing bowl as Caelan began cutting up the fruit.<br/><br/>"No, I haven't," he answered Caelan when asked if he had tried pomegranate before. He pinched some of the pods in his fingers, giving them a taste.<br/><br/>"Well, at least dere's figs, and the sugar and heat will help bring dat flavor out," he said with a laugh. It did seem like a lot of work, but he thought they would work fine for what they needed. When was the last time either of them had eaten a proper dessert? Just about anything would probably taste impressive considering it was a rare treat. He set the biscuit batter down, moving the stock off the burner to the side and replacing it with the cast iron skillet. It would still simmer from the heat on the top of the stove, but he figured he would get the fish going in a bit of the shortening. He didn't add any seasonings, allowing Caelan to flavor it how he wished. They traded off tasks, Dusty taking the pomegranate and fig mixture to bruise it some and roll it in sugar.<br/><br/>Once the fish was done, he helped Caelan transfer the cooked filets onto a plate to set on the small table. There were still raw filets leftover, but Dusty would show Caelan how to smoke them later. The flame in the stove was too high to start them right then. He poured salt into the cast iron and took it outside to clean it out, and when he came back in and dropped the fruit mixture and the biscuit dough into the skillet with extra water so the sugars wouldn't burn. By then, he skimmed the discarded the surface of the fish stock and they had a light soup that would be even better by the following day. He ladled them both bowls to eat with the fish, then took a seat at the table, surveying their feast, a beer in hand.<br/><br/>"Well, at least there's more if it don't taste good," Dusty teased lightly, staring down at the orange slices laid over the flaky white meat. In reality, he wasn't that picky, especially after the appetite he'd worked up over the course of the day.