“Alright so…now either this will make me stronger…or it’s going to kill me.” The griffon exhaled in unease. “Let’s just assume the former. Keep focusing on the former. Pleeeease be the former.”
 
Gabby winced as she put the flask to her beak and took a sip. The taste was similar to lemonade and sour apple cough syrup.
 
“Mmm…huh. Well that was actually kinda tasty!” Gabby mentioned while licking her beak. “Could use a bit more sugar…” She moved her claws. “Still alive so far. No burning or instant death. Great!”
 
Gabby moved the flask to her beak again, but hesitated her claw .
 
“Mmm…no…no…let’s see what one sip does first.” She stated, grabbing her arm and forcing the flask back down onto the table. “Okay initial few seconds…no real change.”
 
Gabby looked down at herself, shifting on her seat. Still no results.
 
“Well that’s kinda disappointing,” Gabby said to herself. She rubbed her stomach. “My belly feels warmer. Should probably note that down.”
 
She moved to grab her pen, only to accidentally knock it off the table. It hit the floor and promptly began rolled away.
 
“No wait!” Gabby let go of the flask and dove to grab her writing implement, but by that point it had rolled under the tiny gap between the nearby sofa and the floor.
 
“Awwww, darn!” She cursed, trying to reach under, and finding her fingers were too big to fit under the sofa. “Sugar honey iced tea!…mmm…”
 
Gabby stood up, looking between the sofa and the wall it stood flush against.
 
“Ugh,” she said, rubbing her face, “Why do pens always fall under furniture.” She looked over the sofa. “Well, I helped move this in when I first bought the shop. Wasn’t too heavy…” She grabbed the sofa. “I just gotta pull it up and-”
 
Gabby felt a burning jolt erupt through her arms, and the sofa hanging in the air at a sharp angle, held aloft by the griffon’s own two claws. The unexpected lift unbalanced the griffon, causing her to step back. She felt the sofa slipping from her grip, and her claws quickly readjusted to hold it from underneath. She was now lifting the entire sofa over her head.
 
“What the…” Gabby gasped as she beheld her arms, looking a lot thicker than they had a moment ago. There was some definite swelling in her biceps and triceps, enough to manage the weight of the furniture.