So persistent. Rather than declare the discussion of the merits of Peter's singing won or lost, Sarah looped her arms around his neck and continued on.
"Once in every show There comes a song like this It starts off soft and low And ends up with a kiss."
Pulling out of the dip, she spun away, dark hair arcing around her before she stopped the spin at the other end of the kitchenette and tossed the dish sponge into the water.
"Oh where is the song that goes like this Where is it?
A sentimental song If it casts a magic spell."
The dishes in the sink started to make clinking sounds as the sponge began to move, seemingly of its own volition, but the direction of Sarah's eyes gave it away as to how the sponge and dishes were suddenly taking on a rather Disneyfied,Beauty and the Beast edge.
"They only hum along We'll over-act like Hell Oh!"
With an overexaggerated expression of dawning understanding, she skipped forward, until she was in front of him again, body held just an inch shy of touching him for the moment.
Grinning, she closed the small space between then, lips, body and all, and kissed him with an almost theatrical abandon. There, see, the musical epidemic didn't always have to be worth a sulk.