Peter stared around, nonplussed. "Okay," he said stupidly. He thought it was a bit much of these village people, just dumping you into a job you had no idea what to do and not even much of what it entailed. St Mungos had been pretty dull and monotonous sometimes, but at least there'd been a day's training and he'd known what he was doing after one or two easily rectifiable mistakes. "So um... what do I catch? Or does it matter?" He'd never even fished before, and he had no idea what he'd be able to manage.