Private: Libby & Barty.

[bluejeans]

Oisin bent over, and picked up a small sod of dark brown turf. “This is turf.” He murmured.

[Bartimaeus]

(Sod? ._." I didn't understand a word in that sentence. D: Anyway you could describe it more? :p)

"Well, what do we do with it? I mean, how do we collect it...?"

~Barty

[bluejeans]

((It's just hard to explain:P))

“We cut the peat that’s in the ground, then we...er...stack it and it dries after a few weeks, then we bring it home. Then we burn it.” Oisin tried to explain to the Englishman. Oisin played with the lump of turf as he spoke.

[Bartimaeus]

(._." Peat?)

"Where are we supposed to put it?"

~Barty

[bluejeans]

((It's another word for turf xD))

“Well, we stack it here. How about we just bring some home for today?” Oisin frowned.

[Bartimaeus]

(._." Right.)

"Al...right." Snowfoot mumbled, feeling slightly bewildered.

~Barty

[bluejeans]

Oisin nodded. “I know you’ve never anything like this.” He muttered. “But do you think you can carry a basket with some turf back? It will be pretty tiring.”

[Bartimaeus]

"Sure." Snowfoot smiled.

~Barty

[bluejeans]

Oisin nodded, he grabbed two baskets left by the entrance to the bog. He walked down to some of the stacks of turf. He knocked over a stalk, and filled the basket with it, and did the same with the other one. He picked up one of the baskets, and grunted with effort. He paused waiting for Snowfoot.

[Bartimaeus]

Snowfoot stepped over to the baskets, watching Oisin before doing the same.

~Barty