Lorne sighed, audibly. He put both hands up in the manner of surrender and stopped whistling.
That lasted all of about five minutes. Then he went back to the humming. And there was a degree of dancing in place going on, too.
A full dance routine with belted show tunes was threatening. The day was beautiful, the sun was shining, Lorne's life was pretty good, considering he was stuck here. Singing was going to happen.