The first thing Gabriel chose to open was the fridge, hoping that, perhaps, there might be a sample of exactly what they were supposed to bake. (He was allowed. It was apparently his kitchen. And he was hungry.) There was plenty of food in there, but none of it was in the state of amalgamation needed to make delicious baked goods.

With a sigh Gabriel slammed the door shut and turned to hear the sound of singing. He paused for a moment, head tilted to listen, and then grinned almost viciously, following the voice to the storeroom.

"Three what?" he asked, bracing himself on both sides of the frame and leaning into the entrance. "Three little pigs? Three bears? Three fairies?"