"Oh! I know!" said Mrs. Lovett, looking up from the dough she was currently pounding.

"What? You found something to do?" asked Ally, her head still down as she was poker (with chocolate :3) with Toby for about the 20th time. Mrs. Lovett nodded.

"We can go to the beach!" she said excitedly; of course she loved the beach. Ever since she was a girl, she'd love feeling the sand between her toes...

"I'm in," said Ally, grinning and putting down a full house. Toby groaned. "You win again! How do you do that?"

Ally shrugged and split the chocolates evenly, giving each her and Toby about 10. Some of them had caramel inside, some had toffee, some had cream... Of course, Ally put one in her mouth and was on her second one in no time flat. Toby, on the other hand, never got anything like this, and was currently eating the sweets in small bites, so as to savour it.

"Well, I'm in, too, of course," said the boy, always loyal.

"I'll go up and ask Sweeney," said Ally, the only one comfortable with calling the psycotic barber by his first name. Mrs. Lovett and Toby looked at eachother apprihensively. "What?"

"Well, Mr.T isn't exactly the sea type..."

"And he's scary... I don't want him to hurt you," added Toby, his eyes almost full of tears.

Ally, rolled her eyes. "You guys. It's easy. Watch and learn from the master." She pointed to the ceiling, which had a hole in it, showing the barbershop above them. The baker and her son looked up for a few seconds and then back to Ally; but she had gone. No sooner than they had looked down, they heard the barbershop bell jingling, announcing Ally's arrival. They looked up again and watched the ceiling.

In the barbershop, Ally sauntered casually to where Mr. Todd was positioned by the big window, as he usually was.

"Hey, Mr. T."

Grunt.

"We're going to the beach, and I wondered if you wanted to come," she said with sweet eyes.

"I don't do beach."

"Don't be a baby, Sweeney." That earned her the evil eye. Sigh. Looked like we'd have to do this the hard way.

Sighing, Ally slowly went to the door again. Suddenly, just as she got to the door, she turned around and ran to Sweeney, jumping on his back.

"What the bloody hell?" exclaimed Mr. Todd, trying to get her off, but Ally was like a monkey.

"Come on!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Make m-"

"I'll tickle you if you don't come." That made him freeze. He was ticklish, and Ally was the only one that knew he was. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, but I would..." she said with a smirk. "Now, are you coming?"

The panic in Mr. Todd's eyes went away as he shook her off and kept looking out the window.

She took that as a no.

Fine. He could play it like that. Slowly, she got off of where she had fallen on her butt, and walked up to him as if he were a skittish animal. She didnt stop until she was practically pressed against him; she went on her toptoes and kissed his cheek. You'd think he was used to it by now, because of Mrs. Lovett, but Ally could see his cheeks turn slightly pink. She grinned.

And then he was giggling and doing a sort of dance-thing. "Stop! Stop! I'll come! Have mercy!" Ally nodded and nthen stopped, and was about to walk out the door when she came back to whisper in his ear, "You know, for a psycotic demon barber, you wear blush surprisingly well." That made him blush even more.

She grinned and went back to her regular feet level. "Oh, and you scream like a girl." She booked it and made it downstairs in time to have Mr. Todd opening the door whilst she was sitting down on the bag of towels that Mrs. Lovett had brought out.

"Ah, Mr. T, you're coming?" He looked at Ally's smug face, to Mrs. Lovett's hopeful face, to Toby's chocolate-covered face. He sighed. "Fine."