Author's Note: A fluffy little Sweenett oneshot I thought on Easter. Read and review. Enjoy!
Hiding the last egg, Nellie Lovett walked up the stairs to Sweeney Todd's barber shop. She hummed a little tune under her breath as she walked into the shop, not bothering to knock. She shut the door behind her and spotted him by the immense bay window cleaning his precious friend. "Mornin', Mr. T. 'Appy Easter, love," she said, strolling over to him. He looked over at her as she placed her hand on his arm.
"Morning, Mrs. Lovett," he said, placing his friend back in the holster.
"Any customers today?"
"No. Jus' polishing me razors," he replied, with a shrug.
"Good. Less work fer me then. Why don'tcha close up yer shop fer the day an' come wit' me," she said, strolling over to the door and turning the sign around so it read, Closed.
"Wot are ya doin', Mrs. Lovett?" he asked, following her.
" 'Tis Easter, Mr. T. We should 'ave an Easter egg hunt."
"An Easter egg hunt?"
"Yeah. But don't ya worry. I already hid 'em. Now you and Toby jus' need ta find 'em." Mrs. Lovett opened the door and led Sweeney outside. She walked down the stairs and into the pie shop.
Toby was sitting at one of the tables with his usual bottle of gin. Mrs. Lovett let go of Sweeney's arm and strode over to her son. She took the bottle of gin and he looked up at her, about to protest.
"Hush, darlin'. No protesting. C'mon, we're goin' on a hunt fer Easter eggs."
Toby got up and looked at her confused. "An Easter egg hunt?" he asked.
"Yes, love. You look fer th' eggs an' when you find 'em you open them up an' there's a surprise in 'em. I hid 'em all over th' shop, the house, an' outside," Mrs. Lovett said, leading both men outside.
Once they were out in the sunlight, Sweeney muttered, "Do we 'ave ta do this, Mrs. Lovett?"
"Yes, love. There are ten lil' eggs 'idden. Five fer each of ya."
"Wot 'bout you, Mum?"
"I hid them. It wouldn't be fair if I look fer 'em too now, would it?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Now you scurry off an' find 'em. Savvy?"
Toby nodded and hurried around to the side where the stairs to the barber shop were.
Sweeney Todd stood there, watching Toby. When the young lad disappeared, he turned and looked down at Mrs. Lovett with a frown. "Pet, do I 'ave ta do this?" he asked quietly.
She looked at him and nodded. "Yes, dear. C'mon, love. It'll be fun," she said. Then Nellie tugged on his arm and said, "I'll even 'elp ya."
Sweeney shrugged and then walked into the pie shop. He walked behind the counter and Mrs. Lovett watched him. "This is bloody ridiculous," he murmured, looking in one of the cabinets. He spotted a blue egg and grabbed it. Standing up, he looked at Mrs. Lovett.
Nellie smiled. "There ya go, love! Only four more left ta find now," she said.
Sweeney stuck the egg in his pocket and walked over to the table. He looked under it and on the seats but found nothing.
"None there, love. I'll give ya a hint: there's none left in th' shop."
Sweeney groaned, annoyed with her, but headed into the house. Mrs. Lovett followed him, humming softly.
Soon Sweeney found the other four eggs. He, Mrs. Lovett, and Toby were sitting in the parlor. Toby was opening the eggs, eating every piece of toffee. Sweeney was sitting on the couch, glaring at his eggs.
"Love, open yer eggs. There's toffee in 'em."
He glared at her before obeying. Then he ate one of the toffees and a small smile appeared on his face.
"I knew you'd like it, love. Happy Easter."
He nodded slowly. "Yes, Mrs. Lovett. Happy Easter."