[A/N: Warning for language here, and a heads-up for a little song that I made up. XD I hope you like this one! Thankies to Stereophonic and Rubiie! ESPECIALLY Rubiie this chapter, because she'd apparently send me Johnny in a cake. Johnny Depp. Covered in cake. YES. PLEASE. *fans self* Wow. *faints* Ooh, I went to the London Dungeons on Saturday...Jack the Ripper and Mrs. Lovett both nearly gave me a fucking heart attack. Thank you Mrs. Lovett. I also may or may not have peed myself in Sweeney's shop when I felt the 'blood' spatter on my hair, simply because I felt afraid for the well-being of my hair. Probably more so than the well-being of my jugular...worrying. He did, however, call us all handsome, which made me pleased. ANYWAY, enough of my foolish chatter, now, enjoy! xxx Teeny Sweeney.]

His mother was in the living room with Toby, playing a board game, Zacky, Cari-Leigh and Jack had gone out God knows where and Sweeney was upstairs "working" while Gerard was left alone to make pies, though he wasn't sure what the point was in doing so. He'd never found the job particularly entertaining at all, but doing it alone allowed him to entertain himself. He thought for a moment as he worked, trying to get creative. He hummed tunelessly for a moment before forming words quietly.

"Fuck the sugar…fuck the spice, apparently, there's nothing nice. But how else, do I, spend my time, if I'm not catering, an imaginary line, of people, waiting, to-be-fed…" He glanced up at the ceiling, smirking as another line to his little song formed in his head. "Most of the blokes here end up dead. And what if we run out of people to serve? Well-how-a-bout-a-shave, good-sir? Best pies in London? Ma'am, aren't you nice? The secret of course is sugar-and-spice!"

He grinned to himself as he put the 'lid' on the last pie, looking up suddenly at a low and drawling voice from the doorway.

"That's a bit morbid."

Gerard blushed.

"So are you." He countered quietly.

"I meant for you, I didn't think you liked morbid."

"I like you, don't I?"

This time it was Sweeney who looked rightfully bashful, as well as a little bit surprised.

"I suppose I set you up for that one." He mumbled.

Gerard responded with only a grin before taking the tray of pies down to the bakehouse. He made a point of averting his eyes from the two corpses on the floor next to the meat grinder; his mother definitely had a stronger stomach than him. After he'd put the pies in and shut the door to the oven, he turned to see Mr. Todd leaning on the wall by the stairs.

"Why do you always follow me down here?" He asked.

"I don't know." The barber shrugged. "Maybe I one day plan on shoving you in the bake oven." He added with a smirk, tilting his head to the side.

"Thanks." Gerard snorted. "Love you too. Is there any reason you're down here?" He asked as he made his way up the stairs.

"I'm going out to get a sandwich, wondered if you wanted to come with me."

"Why don't you just make a sandwich yourself?" Gerard frowned as he returned to the worktop.

"Because." Sweeney replied, as though that was sufficient enough as a reason.

"But why?" Gerard pressed. "Besides, I don't have a lot of money." He added in a mumble.

"Because I found somewhere that does really nice sandwiches."

Gerard raised his eyebrows, almost getting a real smile for it.

"Like I said, I don't have much money."

"I've got enough."

"That wouldn't be fair."

"Of course it would. I'm offering."

Gerard fell silent for a while before sighing in defeat and going to the living room door.

"Mum, I'm going out for a bit." He muttered.

"Alright then love, best change the sign to closed then, eh?" Mrs. Lovett smiled

"Yep." Gerard said offhandedly, strolling away from the door and checking his pockets.

"Are you getting a jacket?" The barber drawled from next to the counter.

"Nah, my jacket's too tattered to wear out really." He replied, before sighing jokingly and making his way to the door. "Put the knife down you loony, let's go already."

"Sorry." Sweeney mumbled, putting the – in his case – lethal weapon down and following suit. "Gerard." He called.

Gerard turned around with raised eyebrows to watch the barber turn the sign around on the door.

"Oh yeah…thanks." He grinned.

[A/N: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! Time; 00:13]