PROOF THAT I AM WORKING

This next chapter is long overdue, so have this excerpt to prove I actually am working on it!

"I hereby declare the 384th official Crusader meeting to order!" Sweetie grinned, banging on the gavel. The Crusaders, honorary and official, looked at her with interest. "Orders of business-- potential initiation of Pipsqueak and Button Mash into the Crusaders!" She smiled at the colts, giggling when Scoots gave Pip a playful noogie. Button smiled nervously, looking out from under the hoodie Sweetie had given him. He wasn't all that interested in being a Crusader, but, hey, if it meant more time with Sweetie, why not?
Besides, how could he say no to that face?
Pip on the other hoof...
"Can we start the initiation yet?" he asked, practically jumping up and down.
"Nope!" Applebloom said happily.
The tiny colt looked crestfallen.
"Because we have more pressing matters to attend to," Sweetie said seriously. "The name of the game is... Dating!" she cleared her throat. "It has come to the attention of the Crusaders that somepony among our ranks has a date tonight--"
"Us?" Button asked.
"No, that's Wednesday."
"Oh."
"Scootaloo?" Pip asked curiously, looking at his fellow orphan in confusion.
"No, no--"
"Applebloom?"
"No, Button--"
"Screwball?" Pip asked.
Discord's eyes widened. "You have a date? Since when? Who?"
"I dunno, but I guess it's a possibility... I am pretty amazing, I could definitely see why somepony might wanna be my date..."
"No Screwball, you don't have a date," Sweetie sighed.
"Didn't think so."
"Discord, please step forward!"
The chimera blinked. "Why?"
"Because we're going to help teach ya what t'do on a date, 'f course!"
To their surprise, he started to laugh.
Scootaloo frowned. "What's so funny?"
"Come now, I'm over ten thousand years old, do you really believe I've never been on a date?"
"Yup!" said Screwball, nodding.
"Screwball said you didn't, so... Yeah, we did."
"Well, Screwball has no idea what she's talking about. I happen to be quite the Casanova."
"Really?" Scoots looked unconvinced. "How many dates have you been on?"
"Two," he said proudly. A mare named Surprise, and a stallion named Pinwheel Pizazz. Sure, the dates hadn't really gone too well, but they counted.
"Two? Yeah, real impressive."
"Well, it's two more than you've been on," he retorted.
Scootaloo snorted. "Okay, big deal. I'm ten. Congrats, you've been more dates than a ten year old."
The god’s hand transformed into a sock puppet of the child, and he scowled, mocking her.
“Real mature,” Applebloom said, and, in response, Discord turned his other hand into a second puppet, this one yellow with a giant cherry bow.
Applebloom rolled her eyes. “Looks like th’first thing we’ll be teachin’ you is manners.”
Discord looked affronted. “I’ll have you know that a part of my royal education was etiquette classes!”
“Did ya actually go t’those classes?”
“Now I never said that...”
Applebloom nodded-- she had thought as much.

So, yeah! I really am getting on it, guys, sorry for the delay!