Okay, so I know there are so many Sweenetts out there just like this. But, hey, gotta love more fluff!
The thunder rumbled loudly and the baker shook under the blankets. When it had quieted a little bit she pulled them down from over her eyes and looked the room over deliriously. She'd been afraid of thunderstorms ever since she was a little girl. Most people grow out of it, but the cannibalistic baker was still petrified. Sure, she could chop bodies up into pies and feed them to other people, but this was asking too much. She crept out of the bed, taking the blanket with her and down to the kitchen to make some tea.
Another clap of thunder sent her somehow tumbling up the stairs and banging loudly on Mr. Todd's door, all the while screaming. He opened it, hoping that, for such noises, she'd better be dying.
"What is it?"
"It's the thunder, that's wot." she creeped into the corner and a few tears fell down her pale cheeks. He looked at her incredulously.
"The storm." He chuckled within himself. "You're afraid of the storm."
"Oi've always been afraid of 'em, oi 'ave. Storms, that is. It's not me fault."
Help her.
No.
Pick her up and hold her.
Lucy.
Nellie.
I can't.
He began to look her over appreciatively, then averted his eyes and slapped himself internally. Before her knew it though, the baker was in his arms and he was carrying her to his bed.
Kiss her.
She's just my landlady.
She snuggled into him and yawned, her bedhead of red curls pouring all over the place. He gently placed his lips to her forehead.
"G'night love..." she whispered. Sweeney sat back and closed his eyes, a placid smile on his lips.