Qebhet smiled, flattered. "Thank you," she said, digging her fork into the tip of her cheesecake. She wondered a little at that hasty correction, how quick Genesis was to back away from the idea of the spiritual. She'd done it before, too, or something like it... a few months ago, over coffee, she had been describing a recurring dream she'd been having, and she'd turned it into a self-deprecating joke about how crazy she sounded, talking about dreams as if they meant anything. The moment had lodged in Qebhet's mind, because the dream Genesis had described was of a black jackal, Anubis' animal.
She considered that a moment, watching the curl of steam rising from her cup. "I think places can have vibes. Sometimes... you're struck by a certain feeling when you walk into a building. Perhaps it is only our own impressions being reflected back at us, but it can still tell us something. In any case," she smiled again as she raised the forkful of cake to her lips, "I'm glad this place gives you good ones."