Author's Note: Libro Matto, here. After seeing the movie, I've decided I should write about Eye-candy fodder (Helen Bonham Carter and if you want sigh Johnny Depp). Just to let you know I am no Johnny Depp fanatic…so…
Disclaimer: I do not own, I merely explore possibilities.
Mrs. Lovett has been baking pies since she was a wee little thing. She knows at what temperature dough rises better than the keys on the piano. The crinkle of a pan tin is much more reassuring than any sonata—or nonsense like that.
Even though her pies have been dubbed as the "worst in London", she knows meat. Well, she did know meat at some point in time.
She has never studied varies of the human flesh. The task before her is a mighty one, but is worth it for the sake of preservation.
She despises waste. Opportunity is a poppy in bloom, and to let it go is to let it wither. Always the one for careful consideration and prudence, she knows it's a mere suggestion.
A suggestion that weighs heavier than the Queen's gold, and she knows with each razor Mr. Todd owns, it moves farther and farther from his salvation. However, Mrs. Lovett owns a business not a church, Judgment is cast by God's eyes only, and she sees no God on Fleet Street.
The literal and figurative undertaking of this will be serious, but…
"Seems a downright shame…seems an awful waste…"