Abby was very much more than capable of lifting. Whether it be something as big as a storage cabinet, or something as small as a leaf-- her arms did not lie. And being your girlfriend, it was like a bonus. Having her open everything that was difficult for you, even letting her lift you up to reach things on shelves.

"Babe? What did you need help with again?" she called, walking into the kitchen and raising an eyebrow with crossed arms. Her eyes searching your face, then landing on the sealed jar of honey in your hands. Without hesitation, she reached over and popped the lid open with a single twist of her wrist.