The update:
As of 12:30 a.m. on 11/26 I have 41,098 words. Less than 600 words behind.

Morale:
Excellent, but I could live without the hallucinations of giant coffee beans saying, "Who's your daddy?" over and over.

Words:

"Loki!" Dvalin called out in greeting, quickly followed by "Don’t touch!" as he saw Loki reaching out in curiosity for a pointy metal contraption.

"Why?" said Loki, raising an eyebrow but pulling his hand back. "Is it dangerous?"

"No. I just don’t like you. I don’t like you, and I don’t like you touching my stuff. You touch my stuff, and then you take my stuff, and you never pay for my stuff. So don’t touch my stuff."