We seem to be spending a great deal of time, this go-'round ...
hanging around the buffets, talking about stuff... while the fictional guests are probably greatful for this, I think Eloise is getting nervous, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
And my authorial self is getting the writers' version of itchy feet -- wanting to explore alien
quarries planets, and get into some goofy, exciting action.
...But I'm not quite sure how to do it...