OK, so I bribed the muse with chocolate (What? It's after midnight in Holland, it's technically Sunday!), and she finally started whispering fluffy things in my ear. In fact, I made a lot of progress on chapter 51, (Mind, a lot of progress for me; I'm a slow typer. *kicks language barrier*) making the word count for this chapter 2456 words. 2456 very fluffy words, I might add. I hope you won't all get into sugar shock after the previous couple of chapters. Then again, I do have a nickname to live up to... *wink*

I'm going to bed now. It's 1.08 am for me.
'Night all!

 So, for the fourth time in a row I'm spending my evening typing away dutifully. The muse is cooperating, but slightly ambivalent. She's whispering this in my ear about the climax and the aftermath of the story, but is refusing to cooperate now that I'm trying to write a more fluffy, domestic chapter. *looks at muse* What? Aren't people allowed to be happy anymore?

*bribes muse with chocolat*
Scratch that, can't even have chocolate during Lent.

EDIT: Chapter 51 has 1649 words so far