[Is he teasing her? He must be teasing her? She takes a moment to look back at the sacks of flour. She could probably carry... one. Maybe. Maybe? Aerith is a relatively small young woman. There's not much about her that implies she has much in the way of physical strength, which would be an accurate assessment of her person. Her strength tends to be more in the way of mental fortitude and heart.

Neither of these things are going to help her pick up a sack of flour. But maybe some fierce determination might.

Her nose scrunches up. All right! He's asked for it! Drawing in a breath, Aerith balls up all of her courage, all of what strength she has in those arms of her and she backtracks just enough to bend down for a sack of flour, before very dramatically hoisting it up into her arms.

Okay. It's less dramatic and more that she should probably not be carrying that by herself. But she's going to do it! Now it's a matter of pride! She waddles after Zack a bit like a bird. Slowly. But she's coming!]

You make it sound so easy! Were you planning to carry all of it back? You know there's other people who might want to help too, right?

[But since when has Zack ever wanted to share the glory? He's just too eager to help. There are worse ways for a guy to be.]