Luke, who had been halfway through the introduction to "Stairway to Heaven" (that obligatory piece that every guitar player seems to know), looked up and smiled at Geri's arrival. "Hey yourself. Fine way to greet the island's most famous mental patient. Are you trying to set me into a downward spiral?" He grinned. "Get in here. I've got the keyboard all set up," he nodded to it. It wasn't anything terribly fancy, but it'd be enough to play around with, and if they wanted anything more substantial they could just go downstairs to the real, upright piano downstairs. "So what kind of music were you thinking about doing, anyway? I'm up for anything that isn't heavy metal or emo. Even I don't think I could pull that off." Luke patted a section of the bed on which he sat. "Pull up a chair. Or a bed, as it were."