I blinked. "I thought you were a gardener. Aren't you a bit young to be a physician?"
Gabriel shook his head. "Not at all. Just as the twins have been training to be hand-to-hand combat fighters most of their lives, I've been extensively training since I was a child to be a healer."
He waved his hand dismissively. "The gardening thing is, as I told you, a hobby of mine."
"Oh," I said, feeling foolish. "I'm not trained to do anything specialized."
Connor grinned. "So says the woman who can command an army of animals."
"But I never got the kind of specialized training that you guys got." I shrugged.
"Darling, what did you think twelve years of your thaumaturgy and thiriomancy teaching was for?" Connor said.
"I was trained to be a cook," I pointed out. "All I can do is make a feast for an entire batalion of warriors."
"No, no, no. You oversee the work that the Kitchen Primates do."
