Mrs. Lovett then went about her day, she knew that as always the stubborn barber would be brooding away in his shop. She showed no attention to the constant questions that kept popping up in her mind, like one of the bugs in her shop. What did those words mean? And, did he even mean them? She believed he didn't, he was drunk and wasn't thinking straight, besides, who knows what that man thinks?

Nothing between the pair had changed, Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett both shook away the feeling. The feeling of odd awkwardness; then again did either of them even care in the first place?

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Later on in the mid-afternoon Mrs. Lovett was bustling around in her kitchen as Toby did his chores outside. Mr. Todd sat, sullen as a toad, brooding away in the corner of her pie shop rolling his eyes each time she pestered him to make conversation, he would have gone back up to his shop, but the floors were wet due to the fact that Mrs. Lovett had just mopped it.

"Mista T, I'd be really nice if you actually pitched into our conversation… I mean honestly sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall." Mrs. Lovett scolded, her patience running thin with him.

He simply rolled his eyes, obviously not giving a damn how she felt, and grunted.

Mrs. Lovett, trying to ignore how impossible he could be, went over to her spice cabinet. Sighing irreparably she went over to her coat rack and grabbed her jacket. "I'm 'mout of the spices I need, love, I'm goin' down to the market, I'll be back in two shakes, eh?" She smiled cheerfully as she fixed the collar on her coat.

Mr. Todd just stood up and got his jacket from her parlor and followed her from behind.

Mrs. Lovett paused as she got outside, noticing that he was willingly going with her and smirked. Perhaps he was changing… Or maybe he was just bored. Either way she had him, or so it seemed.

And with no words and one last thought the two accomplices walked side by side down the street to the market.

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At the market Mrs. Lovett walked beside Mr. Todd, Toby was back at the pie shop keeping an eye out for customers as the two accomplices went out to get supplies being that Mr. Todd was too emotionally unstable to supply her with meat… Not that she'd ever tell him that of course.

There was nothing more tantalizing than a vulnerable pie baker that would do anything for him and wore low cut dresses and tight corsets.

Sometimes they both wandered why he had to be so daft. Both as in himself and Mrs. Lovett.

The sky clouds in the London were a bit grayer than usual, which worried our dear barber, due to the fact that he didn't want to get soaking wet and would have to go back to his shop and change that is if his floor was dry and is Mrs. Lovett had his shirts all washed and dried for him.

He tugged at her arm and pulled her from her spot at a cart, "What?!" She asked annoyed that he interrupted her little browse session at the jewelry cart.

He lent down to Mrs. Lovett's height and whispered into her ear, "We should get going pet, I think it might rain soon and we don't want to get caught in a crowd with all of these….people." He growled the last word out, not wanting to call them by their species when really he thought of them as a bunch of baboons loose in a jungle. Then again he felt that they'd be lucky to even get the honor of being called that. They were nothing but filth, pure filth and they all deserved to die.

She caught herself off guard for a split second when she found herself closing her eyes as his hot breath caressed her neck. He was so sexy when he whispered… especially in her ear…

"Let's go!" He pushed her on, wanting to leave before crowds upon crowds of people would pervade the streets therefore making it impossible for them to get home.

"Alright, alright…" Mrs. Lovett then fixed her hat and followed him from behind.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her through the crowds until his grasp slipped and he was now pulling her along with his hand… She swore that if they weren't wearing their fingerless gloves that she would have fainted.

They were about a block away from home when it finally started to rain, and just as they were approaching, it started to pour. They immediately linked arms and ran back to her pie shop.

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"There we are," She said as she placed his teacup on the table in front of him. "How nice and cozy this is, isn't it?"

Mr. Todd sat on the loveseat as the fire crackled in the corner, him and Mrs. Lovett were still fairly wet from the sudden down pour outside and the pair were now in the parlor sipping tea.

For half a minute or so neither of them spoke. But Sweeney knew she was looking at him. Her body was half turned toward him, and he could feel her eyes resting on his face, watching him over the rim of her teacup. Now and again he caught a whiff of a peculiar smell that seemed to emanate directly from her person. It was not in the least unpleasant, and it reminded him of some sort of- He didn't really know what it was. Chocolate? Meat pies? Some sort of spice? Anyways, he really couldn't stand the tension in the room but before he could say anything, or at least think about saying anything she began to speak.

"My Aunt Nettie was a great one for her tea, never in my life have I seen anyone drink as much Tea as my sweet aunt Nettie." Mrs. Lovett said after clearing her throat.

Mr. Todd just nodded, although he had other things on his mind.

"I was thinking, being that we haven't really or you haven't in that matter 'ave been-" Mrs. Lovett motioned her hand across her throat, "That we could perhaps take a trip to the seaside sometime… I mean we've saved enough money an' all…"

She was cut short by Mr. Todd interrupting her.

Mr. Todd put his teacup down slowly on the table and stared at his landlady.

She smiled at him worriedly and placed a gloved hand over his knee and patted it comfortably.

"Perhaps someday we could spend a day along the seaside." He mumbled knowing what was to come next.

Mrs. Lovett squealed and swung her arms around his neck, making him jump nervously.

"Oh Mista T! Do you really mean it?!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed before loosening her grip and pulling away from him.

He shook her arms off of him and nodded, although he quickly regretted it.

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Meanwhile, out the window, Mr. Westward was chuckling to himself. Tea. He thought. He had just came up with the most perfect plan, and he was determined that it was going to work.

Sorry it has been taking me forever to update, I was sick all day on Saturday and I was at a funeral for my late great great grandmother today. It has been a long week. Perhaps you could find it in your loving hearts to forgive me and possibly review… alert… or even favorite?? Thanks dolls!

What is Charles Westward planning of doing that involves tea?

Why is Mr. Todd being somewhat nice to Mrs. Lovett?

And for those of you that have read You Shall Drip Rubies, can you guess what character I mentioned in here??