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"I'll tell you one thing, Mr. T, this Smith girl can sure handle her alcohol."

"Where is she now?" Sweeney asked, wiping his already clean razor.

Mrs. Lovett walked around the barbershop, occasionally looking out of the window every so often.

"Found her on the floor, dead asleep. I think I finally got her with my third bottle of the strongest rum I had." She looked at Mr. Todd for some sort of a job well done but only saw that his face was filling up with anger.

"Toby watched her while I was gone!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed quickly, and Sweeney's face relaxed.

"Did she say anything important?" Sweeney asked, putting his razor in his pocket.

"Something about Turpin and marriage, couldn't catch the rest." Mrs. Lovett said casually, inspecting her fingernails.

Sweeney's hand sprang to his pocket, and Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened.

"Mr. T, she was drunk! Smithy here could have been saying anything she wanted to!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed indignantly.

Sweeney's hand was still looming near his pocket, and Mrs. Lovett sat on the chest where Pirelli's body had been lying in a few weeks ago.

"If you ask me," Mrs. Lovett said, more talking to herself than to Mr. Todd, "I would say she's a widow. Or her husband deserted her. Either one."

Sweeney gave her the look, the one that said as loud as possible, Women.

"I think Amelia knows Turpin." Sweeney said, pulling out his razor yet again.

Mrs. Lovett cocked her head to one side and asked, "How would you know that, love?"

"When you are drunk, Mrs. Lovett, you say things that you know. Not things that pop into your mind. Where have your charming notions gone, Mrs. Lovett?" Mr. Todd replied, wiping his razor blade lovingly.

"True. I suppose you want me to get her drunk again? It's quite easy, love." Mrs. Lovett said, looking at the ceiling so Mr. Todd couldn't see the blush rise into her cheeks.

Sweeney swiftly put his razor on his chair, and pulling Mrs. Lovett off of Pirelli's chest, as they now called it, held her in an embrace that she was quite enjoying.

"I see that your charming notions have come back, my pet." Mr. Todd's warm breath tickled Mrs. Lovett's ear, and she felt her face burn.

"Oh yes. They've come back." Mrs. Lovett replied sweetly.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett immediately broke apart. Mrs. Lovett cursed inwardly at whomever had opened the door, and saw a young man step in. He removed his top hat, revealing blonde hair matted to his head. His piercing, gray-blue eyes looked at Mrs. Lovett, and his stare stopped.

He seemed to stare at her for an eternity, though in reality it was only a few seconds. He immediately came forward to her, and kissed her hand gently.

"My, lady." He said quietly, and both Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney raised their eyebrows.

An awkward silence passed in the barbershop, until Mrs. Lovett finally broke the silence.

"Well then love, I'll be downstairs making some pies."

She opened the door, leaving the two men in the shop. Mrs. Lovett entered her own shop, sighing as she saw both Toby and Amelia lying on the ground, sleeping.

"Poor things." She muttered and looked out the window.

That was when she saw him again, the man with the blonde hair and the top hat.

A/N: I know it's been a long time since I've updated…but with life coming at you, it leaves you very little time to write FanFics. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it basically explains how Mrs. Lovett got some information out of Amelia. It also had LOTS of Sweeney/Lovett…AND! My newest Epiphany I had! Lovett/OC! Please…review and just click the purple button!