Luke laughed lightly and picked a cool little guitar lick before he responded. "That's what everyone's been telling me." Which was actually a bit of a sore spot for Luke. Most of the people he'd talked to (at least, most of the ones his age) had two reactions to Luke's homecoming: the first was that they were glad he was back, and the second was to look all disappointed that he hadn't managed to escape for longer. And most of them also seemed to have this notion that because he'd gotten off the island once, he was going to try again. Which... wasn't exactly a bad conclusion to draw, but he certainly wasn't planning on attempting to escape again any time soon. It wasn't really that the visit to the sanitarium had traumatized him or anything, but the more he was in there, the more he felt like he was imprisoned. And besides, if they really did have tracking chips, then trying to run away again would be more than useless.
But for now, they had different things to think about. Having an awesome rest of the summer was his first priority. "But hey, let's look at those lyrics, huh? See what we can come up with." He offered her the guitar. "Do you wanna play with Stevie or did you bring your own?"