She smiled back and said, "You say 'mental patient', I say 'to-mah-to'," then shrugged. He probably had a perfectly sane reason for what he had done, and she certainly wasn't going to blame him for it. It seemed like they were practically prisoners on this island anyway. She was surprised that no one else had tried doing it before now. At least he was back now, and safe.
Getting down to business, she gave the keyboard a quick look, then sat on the bed next to him. She instantly felt a warm, fuzzy wave rush over her, but wasn't sure if that was the home-y thing kicking in again, or perhaps something else. Either way, she liked it. This time her face and her voice lit up when she spoke. "I was thinking something more indie-rock. You know, just guitar, piano, and harmonies. Maybe get a drum kit if we can't find a drummer." She risked looking him in the eyes to ask, "Is that okay with you?"