Peter was in the process of headbanging to a song that really, really did not deserve it; when he heard the shout from Deeta behind him. Blinking a couple of times, he spun around and dropped the broom to the floor as he watched her a moment, pulling out his headphones and staring at her until he shrugged his shoulders, "Let's face it, this is probably not the worse thing you're going to catch me doing at some point in the future."
He then leaned down to pick up the broom, before setting it against the table and pulling out the duster from his back pocket, gesturing towards it and the table, "I remember watching cartoons where they'd dust while dancing, getting multiple things done at once--brilliant really. Problem, though, is that they don't really tell you how difficult it is to be... accurate..."
He made a face, "Anyway, hi! You're home kind of early. I think. When do you usually get home?"