"Mine too. Got a garden of all kinds of weird-ass herbs, if you're ever in need," Emerson offered with a shrug. "Don't charge too much for 'em. The old lady used to keep the shit, and I can't bring myself to tear the plots down. Fuck, if you bring me a cheese steak, you can take a pound or two. Depends on the sort of shit you prefer though. You're welcome to have a look whenever, though." Mostly, he was just happy to know there might be another witch about that didn't deal in all that dark shit.
"Hey, more power to you," he added, glad to hear the other guy was going to chill out with the binge drinking. "Shit can bring out the worst in us."