[It was true there was a distance between the archangels and their younger brothers. It was natural, given the sheer difference in power. Yet Gabriel was the only archangel who had paid his younger brothers any attention which didn't have to do with training or orders, and given he had so many younger brothers, well ... He had to prioritise. Which meant that some, like Balthazar, who hadn't needed the guidance of an elder, hadn't seen much of him at all.

[But Gabriel still knew him. He knew the names and places of all his brothers. He didn't know if Michael or Raphael could say the same. The archangel pauses in the middle of opening a pantry, half-turning towards Balthazar. It takes a moment to answer, and his tone isn't exactly bland, but carefully not putting too much emphasis on the emotion. Just in case.]

You're welcome.

[Then he pulls one of his bread-rolls out of the cupboard, one of the ones he'd made properly and without spiking only earlier that day, and puts it pointedly in Balthazar's hand.]

Now eat that or I'll be force-feeding you tabasco-spiked cookies for a month. I'll even get you a non-lethal condiment if you need it.