Ghede had been enjoying Detroit rather a lot. He was soaking in all the jazz and R&B he could handle, and he was loving it. Not to mention taking in all the culture the city had to offer. Ghede loved to explore each location as much as he could while he was there, and this place was no exception.
He'd been thinking about heading out to find some dinner before performances started, but his train of thought was derailed by a knock on the door. Kennedy's voice made him smile faintly and cock his head briefly, before answering the door and smiling at her. "I'll admit I haven't heard 'Ghost Dad' before, although I'm surprised it's taken this long for someone to try it on me," he told her. "What can I do for you?"