Qebhet nodded, taking a sip of her own beer. "My father's. He founded it when he first came to the city, about a hundred years ago. He likes continuity," she added, with a fond quirk of the lips. Qebhet rather took after Anubis in that way, finding comfort in ritual and routine, though never quite to his fastidious degree. "I've worked with him on and off since then."