Peter, on the other hand, was not taking so well to this new affliction. He couldn't sing, never liked to sing, and had been embarrassed enough by Nathan's attempts to believe he should simply surrender any future battles for harmonization.
Finding Sarah in the kitchen was normal enough, and singing... well, it had taken to her like Kat to the jacuzzi tub. Better than expected. While Peter was reacting more like Guen to the same.
Still, Peter sighed. "How do you do those things you do? How can you do these things? How do you waltz through the nightmare I'm in, sing like an angel with soft perfumed skin? How can you sing when it's failing for me? Oh, what will you do with me?"