Sweeney looked over his three pies satisfied with his work. He'd never tried to cook before, but they'd been snowed in for a week and he was bored with no vermin to kill. So, he decided to try his hand at baking while Mrs. Lovett was asleep. Toby walked in. His first critic.
"Toby, come have lunch." Toby shrugged and came over. He looked the pie over and took it to the table.
" It's great Mr. Todd. Did you make 'em?" Sweeney nodded.
"Go get your mum." Toby finished his pie and skipped out of the room.
"Wot is it love? Is everything all right?" Mrs. Lovett stumbled out, yawning. She looked up to see Mr. Todd holding out a pie to her.
"Have a pie, my pet?" she smelled the gravy and woke right up and began to scarf it down.
" 'Ow'd you make it Mr. T? Oi don't recall seeing any..." She checked around for toby. ''customers... around here lately." Toby walked in the room, a little perplexed.
" 'As anyone seen my kitten?" Mrs. Lovett blanched. Dang furball. This was one pie Sweeney actually wanted to eat.