She had a variety of thing to do each day, but it was always the same. Grind the meat, make the bread, make the pies, put the pies in the oven, take the pies out of the oven, serve the customers, talk to the customers, take the customers money, recommend Mr. Todd to the gentlemen, clean up any blood Mr. Todd may have drawn throughout the day, and repeat as many times as needed.

Of course, there was Tobias to help Mrs. Lovett around the shop. He would serve the customers ale and pies, but wasn't allowed anywhere near the baking room. She couldn't have him knowing the truth. So she had to cut meat of the unlucky customers, grind the meat, put the ground meat into the pies, and cook them all herself.

Yes, Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pies had become quite the business because of Sweeney Todd. No one took much notice of the shop before he came. Those who did regretted it. Needless to say, Mrs. Mooney's meat pies were much more acclaimed than Mrs. Lovett's at the time. Now however, Mrs. Lovett's were all the rage in London. Plenty of customers each day, and plenty of money as well. One would expect the "grand re-opening" had given her the money to continue such a successful business. Little did they know that the meat was made from customers who went upstairs for a shave.

She was grateful for Mr. Todd, of course. Even before they had to make something out of the bodies of those he preyed upon, she was grateful for him. She never tried to hide that, nor anything else she felt towards him, but he remained oblivious. Or rather, choice to ignore her. Lucy was still fresh on his mind, after all.

Lucy, the beautiful blonde who every man lusted after but only one had the chance to marry her. Lucy, the blue eyed girl who kept mean-spirited thoughts to herself and was nothing but kind. Lucy, the pale skinned beauty who never gave any other woman a chance with Benjamin Barker. Mrs. Lovett wanted a chance. Still did, and she never hid it.

Which was why, rush at her shop busy as it was, she was carrying up a tray of food to Sweeney Todd. Nothing much, just some bread and soup. The same as always. He never ate it, no matter how much she persisted. She often wondered how much they fed him in prison. It could have been the reason for his lack of hunger. That's what she wanted to believe, any ways.

Mrs. Lovett paused outside his door, balancing the tray on one hand and knocking. "Mr. Todd?"

She paused for a few moments. No answer. Always the quiet type, her Mr. T was.

She opened the door and poked her head inside. He was staring out the window,as always, giving no acknowledgement of her presence. She sighed gently because continuing into the room. She walked over to him, holding the tray out in front of her.

"I brought you up some food, Mr. T. Thought you might be hungry. Heaven knows, the one day I don't bring you something you may very well want it. We couldn't 'ave that, now could we?"

She walked over to his table and placed the tray on it. She proceeded to turn around and head before the door, but suddenly there he stood. His gaze was on Mrs. Lovett's hand, which was wrapped in a bandage.

"What's that?" he asked, taking her hand lightly in his.

"Oh, that? Nothin' but a scratch, love. Knife slipped when I was preparing the meat. Nothin' at all."

Sweeney frowned, running his thumb over the spot where blood had seeped through. She winced. It didn't go unnoticed.

"How deep is it?"

"Oh, not very. Like I said, just a scratch! It's nothin'."

Before Mrs. Lovett could even finish speaking he was unwrapping the bandage to inspect her hand. The cut was quite deep, and blood had already begin to run again.

He began to wrap her hand up again, now gazing at her face. His eyes locked with hers. Her heart started racing.

"You shouldn't be working with that," he told her, "Dangerous, that is."

She laughed gently, trying to calm herself. "Don't be silly, Mr T! After all, I'm only serving the customers and preparing pies. I 'ave Tobias to help me, I'm fine!"

Sweeney glowered at her. His cold eyes stayed focused on her warm ones, his emotionless face inches from her hers.

"Go rest," he said quitely. His warm breathe hit her face, making her shudder.

"Mr. Todd . . . That isn't necessary, I'm fine, I told you. It's only a scratch, after all. I'm perfectly fine working, I mean, I'm not at all straining myself or--"
"Go rest."

"Anything like that. Just carrying pies out of the oven and up to the--"

"GO REST!"

Mrs. Lovett jumped back gently, fearful of his glare. His blazing eyes. His tense stance.

"But what about the customers?"

"I'll take care of it."

"But Mr. Todd--"

"I said I'll take care of it!"

She nodded gently, worrying lacing her glance as she hurried towards the door. She glanced back at him quickly before walking out the door and closing it behind her.

After Sweeney Todd heard her footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs, he let out a sigh and put his head in his hands.

"Stupid woman can't even appreciate me giving her a break," he murmured, shaking his head and walking towards the door to go down to the bake oven.