"Shawn, what the hell?"
Shawn proudly stood in front of the shiny black piano that was taking up most of the space in the small living room. "I need a new hobby."
Carlton rolled his eyes. "You do not need a new hobby."
"Well, I want a new one."
"Why don't the spirits entertain you?"
"They're busy. Solving crimes is hard!"
He rolled his eyes. "No."
Shawn grinned and sat down on the bench. His fingers started to work the keys expertly and Lassiter's mouth dropped open.
Then, Shawn started to sing.
Ok, maybe the piano wasn't a bad thing.