Mrs. Lovett set out on a walk around Fleet Street, after all how could she get a cat without knowing where one is. It was a sunny day out, for once; after all how cheery could it get in Victorian London? She found a cat right out of Mr. Southerns' Butcher Shop.

She had been there many times before to get meat for her shop, but that was when the Barkers were still above her shop. Times wasn't so hard then. She would get her money for meat from the rent they were required to give her each month. But, that was the past, and now she needed to get money if she ever wanted normal meat in her pies again. "I swear, if I ever get enough money to afford it I am only going to put beef or chicken in my pies, nothing different or out of the ordinary." "So, that's why your pies taste so bad, you not putting in real meat!" exclaimed a voice from behind her. Apparently, Mr. Southerns was right behind her. Oh! I have to stop doing that! "No, sir I put real meat in my pies, it's just not the kind that goes into food."

"So, what kind of meat do you put in it?"

"Chicken."

"But that goes into food. Doesn't it?"

"It does. I just don't put the edible part in."

"I will rephrase myself, what kind of chicken do you put in?"

"Muscle." With the questioning look she got she guessed he wasn't very happy about that little piece of information. She then remembered that he was the one person who came in more than once to try her pies in hopes that they had gotten better. They hadn't.

"The only reason I put that in is because I can't afford anything else, and besides, it's good for your teeth," she explained.

"How is it good for your teeth?"

"It strengthens them."

He gave her a funny like that mimicked a dog begging for food, she was about to comment on his facial expression but thought better of it. After all, why add to the list of things that guaranteed to get her into Bedlam? She decided to give him an explanation, but he started talking first.

"Why are you in my back alley?"

"I was enjoying the view."

"You were enjoying the view of an open trench behind my shop, which is right were I put my garbage?"

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

"What?"

"It's just a phrase I heard from some guy who was selling books about people who are ugly and how they think of the world." After receiving yet another questioning look Mrs. Lovett decided to leave. He's probably going to get the beadle to put me in Bedlam now, then I could keep Lucy company. She continued walking down the street debating whether or not she should just make a run back to the pie shop when she remembered the cat. "Well cats come out at night so I should go back then." And with that she went home to prepare for catching the cat.