A/N: So sorry to take so bloody long. When I wasn't cleaning I was sleepwalking the whole weekend. I still haven't recovered fully. Haha. Anyway, here's the next chapter of Hysterical Window Washing.
Disclaimer: I thought I'd put one of these up here so I don't get into trouble. I do not own Sweeney Todd, Mrs. Lovett or Toby. I do not own the razors that Sweeney loves so much and I do not own Mrs. Lovett's pie shop. I don't even own the movie. Don't sue me please. :P
Once Mrs. Lovett left the shop, Sweeney began to argue with himself.
Why did I do that? He asked himself, Tomorrow she's just going to come traipsing in here with a bucket and a rag and expect me to enjoy it. Sweeney began to pace, his boots thumping on the aged wood floor. Well, isn't that what I wanted?
He collapsed into the chair and rubbed his temples. He had to admit, it had felt good to laugh that afternoon. In those few seconds, he had forgotten about being angry at the whole human race, about that terrible day 15 years ago when he was shipped off to Australia, even about the judge himself. He had actually felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. As these thoughts were racing through his head, he fell asleep.
Ding. Sweeney's eyes shot open. Mrs. Lovett was walking into the shop, carrying a tray of something. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Todd!" she gasped, "I didn't know you were asleep. I'll just set this down and be on my way."
Rubbing his eyes, Mr. Todd sat up in the chair and realized that it was morning. "What is that?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"Why it's breakfast, silly man." laughed Mrs. Lovett. Mr. Todd suppressed the urge to smile at the musical sound of her laughter. When had it become so infectious? He stretched his neck to see what was on the tray. A slice of bread, a jar of marmalade, a cup of tea and a plate of eggs were arranged neatly on it and the most delightful smell was drifting off of the food. "Oh," he said, still waking up.
"Do you want me to put it on the vanity?" asked Mrs. Lovett, "There really isn't anywhere else to put it." Sweeney nodded and stood up to stretch. Don't ever fall asleep in that again, he thought to himself, Unless you want to be sore all day! Mrs. Lovett noticed his discomfort and mistook it's cause.
He's having second thoughts about his window, she thought, I should have known. She set the tray down and self- consciously smoothed her dress a little. "Umm," she said, "Do you still want me to come up later and clean that window?"
"Wha- oh, yes, of course I do" said Mr. Todd, puzzled that she seemed so nervous, "Why wouldn't I?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Mrs. Lovett, her heart leaping, "Just wondering. I'll be up later then." She started for the door, but Mr. Todd caught her arm.
"Please don't let the boy help," he said, smirking, "I don't my floor completely ruined from water damage."
Mrs. Lovett laughed. "Alright then Mr. T," she said, "Although, I'm sure he'll be very disappointed. Maybe I'll send him on an errand so he won't even know." She smiled again and walked out the door.
Sweeney turned his attention to the food on the vanity. It smelled delicious and upon sampling it, found it tasted as good as it smelled. Soon there was not one crumb left. Her cooking sure has improved, he thought, remembering the pie he had tried when he first returned. That was an experience he did not want to relive.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the pie shop Mrs. Lovett was preparing the pie crusts for the morning. What has gotten into him? She thought, Maybe he hit his head when he fell yesterday or something.
"Who hit their head?" a voice asked, causing Mrs. Lovett to jump and drop her rolling pin.
"Oh, Toby." she gasped, when her heartbeat had slowed a little, "Don't scare me like that love."
"Sorry Mum," said Toby, "I didn't mean to make you jump. Are you alright?"
"Just fine," Mrs. Lovett answered, "Now, what did you say?"
"Oh, well, you were talking about someone hitting their head," Toby began, "And I was wondering who it was."
"Did I say that out loud?" Mrs. Lovett asked. Toby nodded, "Oh, nobody did dearie. I was just thinking." She picked up the rolling pin. "Toby, could you run to the market later today? We're nearly out of coriander."
Toby shrugged, "Sure Mum. When exactly do you want me to go?"
Mrs. Lovett thought for a moment, " 'Ow about right after the lunch rush?" she asked, "That way it won't be so busy."
Toby agreed and she gave him the proper amount for the groceries. "Thanks love," Mrs. Lovett said with a smile "I don't know where I'd be without you."
Toby grinned, "Me too." he said, "While I'm out, is it alright if I stop by the park for a little while?"
"Oh of course it is dearie!" exclaimed Mrs. Lovett, "I wanted to take you yesterday, but I couldn't. You can stay out till the dinner rush, if you want to."
The boy's face lit up, "Thank you Mum!" he shouted.
Lunch customers began to show up, and Mrs. Lovett and Toby were very busy serving all the hungry people. But the rush was over soon enough and Mrs. Lovett shooed Toby out of the shop. She gathered the necessary supplies for window washing and mounted the stairs to Mr. Todd's shop, wondering what was going to happen.
A/N: As always, I ask that you please review. You do not know how happy it makes me to see reviews.
