Gabriel shrugged, ambling behind Aziraphale without once giving the impression that he was, Dad forbid, in need of the other angel's guidance. "It did keep anyone from suspecting who I was, that's for sure. And please, don't be like that! We'll start slow, work our way up."

He slid inside after his brother, clapping his hands together once. "Ah, I have fond memories of this place," he said with a grin. "Just not the morning afterward."