Surprise!
Picking up a tray laden with food, Mrs. Lovett pushed her way through the door of her shop. It was early evening, and she had just closed up shop and eaten dinner.
"Honestly, I don't know why I bother anymore," she muttered, walking up the stairs. "The man just won't eat, poor dear. 'E needs some flowers, 'e does. Those always brighten up a room, they do."
Muttering to herself about brightening up the barber's shop when he wasn't looking, she knocked at the door.
"Mistah T? You in there, love?" she called. No response. Shrugging, she pushed her way inside.
She set the tray down on a table. She paused; she swore she could hear…music?
"Wot the…" Mrs. Lovett cautiously stepped towards Mr. Todd's room. The music became louder, and she quietly opened the door.
Sweeney was wearing an old, faded pink dress that went a bit past his knees, complete with puffy sleeves and a deep neckline. He was dancing around the room with a mop, and singing along to some music Mrs. Lovett had never heard of.
"And girls, they wanna have fu-un. Oh girls, just wanna have fun," he sang, not noticing Mrs. Lovett. Judging by how he held it close, the mop seemed to be his dance partner, or possibly his instrument. He twirled and danced, seemingly in his own little world.
She covered her mouth in an attempt to smother her giggles, but it didn't work. Some escaped, and Sweeney froze.
It was useless. Mrs. Lovett uncovered her mouth and doubled over, laughing. He just stood there, staring in shock and embarrassment. Then his senses came back, and in less than thirty seconds, she was up against a wall, a razor held to her throat.
"This. Never. Happened," Sweeney hissed. Even in a dress, he was still pretty scary. "Understand?" She nodded, all traces of laughter gone. He took the razor away, and turned his back on her.
Mrs. Lovett walked to the shop entrance, and then paused. "Mistah T?" she asked, turning back towards him.
"Yes?" he asked, still not facing her.
She smiled. "You're a bloody wonder, Mistah T." Chuckling, she left the barber's shop.
In the darkness, Sweeney's cheeks burned a bright red.