Title: Sunshine and Daisies
Author: dasmervin
Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Summary: Mrs. Lovett brings Sweeney some flowers.
Sunshine and Daisies
Sweeney Todd looked up from polishing the fifth razor when Mrs. Lovett bustled into his shop, bursting with her usual cheery greetings and carrying a vase full of flowers.
"Good mornin', dearie!" she chirruped. "I brought some flowers to make this dreary room look a little better." She set the vase onto his night table, sprucing up the flowers a bit, and stepped back to observe her handiwork. "That looks much better, don't you think?"
"Mm." He opened up the sixth razor and began polishing it, readying it for the day's work—he always used the sixth and seventh razors when doing work.
He barely heard Mrs. Lovett sigh. "Mister T, you could at least look at them," she groused.
He glanced up, irritated. "Look at what?" he asked, turning back to his razor, noting that it was now gleaming fit to rival the sun.
"Honestly!" Mrs. Lovett huffed. She marched over to him and stood directly in front of him, reaching forward and stilling his hand. "The flowers, Mister T. The daisies."
That got his attention.
Daisies…
He looked over to his night table, and there, standing out against the gloom of his domain, was a vase full of bright, cheery daisies, their petals of the purest white and their centers a sunny yellow.
("I—I'm sorry they're just daisies—" He unconsciously scuffed at the ground with his foot, nervous and feeling entirely inadequate.)
"Don't you think they look nice, Mister T? I was considering buying some roses, but you make enough red on your own." Mrs. Lovett tittered at her own cleverness.
("Mr. Barker—they're beautiful!" she exclaimed, clutching the tiny bundle of flowers.)
Sweeney slowly moved across the room to the vase, reaching out and touching the blossoms briefly.
("I think they're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Mr. Barker." A soft smile graced her beautiful features as she smelled the tiny flowers.)
"Yes…" he murmured.
Daisies. She'd loved the daisies.
"Well, finally," Mrs. Lovett said. She began to leave the room, scooping up some of his dirty clothes while she was at it.
"Daffodils."
Mrs. Lovett froze at the door, her hand on the doorknob, before turning to face him, looking quite surprised. "Pardon?"
"Next time, buy daffodils," he said gruffly.
Mrs. Lovett beamed at him, nodding, and finally left the room.
She may have loved daisies, but daffodils had always been her favorite.