Entirely used to this, if not entirely comfortable, Abigail shifts so she can slap his rear with a rag.

"Ooooh, this is lovely," she announces sarcastically. "You can carry me this way without worryin' about your back goin' out."

She turns her head and aims an evil grin over her shoulder, not that he'll see it.

"And won't Cloud be glad!"

Next time they go on 'vacation' (which is what she was getting at earlier), Raph might even be able to ride his pony.