Unlike Caelan, Dusty didn't really feel the need to get dressed again. It wasn't like there was anyone this far out that might bother them. And if there was, they would hear a boat motor before anything else. They made their way over to the abandoned home, and Caelan returned his quip with playful flirtations of his own and another kiss. The air between them was easy, more relaxed than it had ever been. Caelan vowed to find a pot, and Dusty hadn't really thought about it until he was opening the door to the shack. He ran over, gun in hand, to let himself in behind the young man.<br/><br/>"Wait! I said da dead don't mind, not dat I checked for da living," Dusty amended, though after a quick look around, it was as he left it. Undisturbed, lending to his belief that most didn't make their way out this direction much anymore. Maybe passing through on the water, but not for a stay. Most of the locals, Dusty included, wouldn't ransack the dead. With the place checked over, Dusty ventured outside to fetch dry wood to get the old stove going.<br/><br/>"Betta light some of dose candles soon. We losin' daylight," Dusty told Caelan after he found a satisfactory pot. He handed him his lighter. The place was made for life off the grid. Power had never been run to it, and people like Dusty didn't find the absence of electricity such an issue. "Den c'mere. You gonna learn to cut up dese fish." He left the front door open for Caelan to follow him out, pot and filet knife in hand. He was hungry enough that he just made the young man watch, discarding entrails and cutting perfect filets off bone. The stripped carcasses were tossed into the pot, and the filets set aside. For frying up in a skillet, and any leftovers for smoking. It was quite a bit of meat, especially with Dusty planning on making a fish stock with spices and any canned vegetables from the pantry.<br/><br/>"Not a bad day's catch by any means," Dusty proclaimed, walking down to the water's edge to get the fish oils off his hands. Once inside, he set the pot to simmer with the bones on the one burner they had, added a can of corn and greenbeans, and a heathy heaping of some unmarked dry seasoning. The filets were set aside. They would cook quickly, but the stock would take some time.<br/><br/>"Look's like we could make a skillet cobbler too if we wanted, for dessert," he said, looking through some of the other pantry ingredients. With the fruit, they would have all they needed. Sugar, yeast, shortening, and flour. He pulled everything out to set it on the small cabinet between the bed and the stove. "What fruit you said you had in dere?"