"Probably," Gabriel said, and made a face. "If there's even a slight similarity, my 'family' here are completely screwed up." Wonderful; just what he needed, was another messed-up family.

He frowned and then shrugged. The evidence he'd been presented with was exasperating and weirdly ... nostalgic. Of all the things Gabriel had never done, it was go to college. Sure, he'd been a janitor on college grounds, but he'd never stooped to being a student. "A picture of graduating college with my chef's degree."

The archangel flashed his companion a smirk. "Ironic, eh? Bet they're wishing they'd given me something else."