When we decided to repaint, I was touched when Freddie gallantly announced: I'll do it you just rest. But when I came back and expressed disappointment, he just handed me the brush and said: You're better at the fiddly bits.
Our friend-of-a-friend makes a similar decision under much stranger conditions: she's the tag-along girlfriend of a guy doing a six-month apprenticeship at an internet-famous bee farm, which happens to be thrumming with socialism and polyamory.