Unfortunately for Peter, Emmeline was just as clueless about fishing as he was. Plus, she had no clue what kind of fish were even in the lakes and oceans around here. "I don't know," she sighed, reaching one hand up to rub at her temple. She tried to recall what kind of fish had been available at her market back home. "Salmon? Flounder? Cod? Catfish?" she listed off, though she was really just guessing. "You might have to find someone who knows about fishing and ask them, or get a book."