"Saturday's fine," Emerson conceded, not sure if he was looking forward to it or fearing it. He couldn't peg this woman as one thing or another just yet, and couldn't even begin to mention what the other members of the coven would be like.
"Piper and I'll be there. As for food, surprise me." He wasn't much picky about his food. "You know, unless you're serving tripe or something. Can't stand that shit."