"They're great at making messes," Gabriel agreed with a grin which belied the sharpness of his eyes as he studied the man. Not human, eh? Gabriel had to wonder what he was, then. In these meatsuits he couldn't have said if anyone was another angel.

"'Course, I've gotta admit they're not the only ones with talent," he added grudgingly a moment later, thinking of his brothers. Then he laid a hand over his heart, summoning up pure innocence to counteract the paleness of his face. "Who, me? Of course I am. What's the use in being a baker if you can't sample the goods?"