Me: Will you guys shut up, please? I’m trying to wake up here. Peter: But you just had a huge revelation about me, and you’re honestly thinking of working on that short story about grubby worm spider things in a Victorian garden? Spindly Grubbings: *intelligible chittering* Me: Yes, Peter. I am thinking about that. Doesn’t mean I have committed to anything yet. I have one afternoon to do this, okay? I’m trying to prioritize. Cora: (sighs) Great. So you’re leaving me on an island filled convicts and no resolve? Me: Stop sulking, Cora. You’ll be fine. You have friends to watch you while I’m– Captain Pars: Friends? She has friends?…