Bast bit back a sharp remark (go fuck a cactus, desert-boy) and said, "Oh, that joke never gets old, Set. I'm just trying to move this conversation somewhere less pointless than squabbling over the meeting location."
She sat deeper in her seat and kicked her feet up. "This is a good place, Coyote is powerful here, and it's a big room. So shut up or say something productive, like how your connection to the Church of Satan could realistically be used to drain power from the Christians."