Sheesh! It's been two days since Sweeney showed up Pirelli and that little phony hasn't showed up, yet! It's been Hell lately because of Sweeney's dumb mood swings. Whenever Mrs. Lovett or I try to talk to him in one of his moods, he bites our heads off. Mrs. Lovett usually flees immediately and I only flee after he pulls out his razor. He's worse than a woman P.M.S.-ing.

"Oy," I hear someone say behind me. I turn and see that it's Mrs. Lovett.

"What's up?" I ask. She gives me a confused look.

"I dunno…the ceiling?"

"Ugh…" I roll my eyes. I mean, really, you'd think she'd get used to the way I talk by now, "When I say 'what's up', I mean 'what's going on'. Okay?"

"Well, why don't yeh jus' say that?" Mrs. Lovett asks, looking annoyed.

"Because it's easier to say 'what's up'! Yeesh!" I need someone to remind me to never watch Sweeney Todd on my lap top ever again when I finally get back from this.

"Dear, can yeh bring Mr. Todd up 'is lunch for me?" Mrs. Lovett asks abruptly. I look at her and she's doing an awful job in hiding the fact that she's afraid to go and see him.

"Why can't you do it?"

"I'm busy," She replies lamely. I give her a look along with a small grin.

"Busy making the 'worst pies in London'? I highly doubt that." I say to her. She looks at me desperately.

"Please, Meg. He's in one of 'is bloody moods again!"

"Mrs. Lovett, who owns this building?" I ask suddenly, crossing my arms. She stares at me, dumbfounded.

"Wot?"

"Who owns this building?" I ask more firmly.

"…I do…"

"That's right. You do. Not Mr. Pissy-Pants upstairs. You need to put your foot down, my friend. Don't let him intimidate you." Mrs. Lovett glances nervously up at the ceiling.

"'Ow can I? Yeh told me that he threw me into me own oven in a possible future. Wot if 'e gets mad an' kills me?"

"This reality is different than the one he killed you in. I know he won't harm you, unless you allow him to." Mrs. Lovett was silent for the longest time. Suddenly, her face changed from unsure to confident…extremely confident…oh, boy….

"Yer right, love. I've 'ad enough of 'is moods. Not only am I going to give 'im his lunch, I'm going to give 'im a piece of me mind." With that said, Mrs. Lovett marched out of the parlor. Oh, shit. What have I gotten her into? I quickly pursue, but by the time I get outside, Mrs. Lovett is already opening the door to Sweeney's shop. I dash up the stairs and peek through the window.

"Lunch," Mrs. Lovett said sharply. Sweeney, who was facing the large window, slowly turned and faced Mrs. Lovett. He looked confused.

"What's with you, pet?" He asked very softly. It's a wonder I managed to hear him though the closed door. Mrs. Lovett stared dead on into his eyes. Wow, this is progress for her. I just hope she doesn't push it.

"We need t' talk, Mr. Todd."

"About what?" Sweeney asked, even sounding confused.

"About yer lil' mood swings. I don't appreciate that whenever Meg or I try t' talk to you, yeh blow up at us! Especially at me! I could see th' girl, but me?!?" Nicely said—waaiit a minute…

"Mrs. Lovett--"

"Stuff it, Mr. Todd; I'm not done, yet." The look on Sweeney's face must be mirroring mine. I can't believe she said that!

"Yeh show up at me home and I welcome yeh with open arms. I even give yer old room an' razors back to yeh! An' how do yeh repay me?!? By bein' a bleedin' arse!" As Mrs. Lovett said this, she stalked towards Sweeney. What surprised me was that he backed away until he was up against the wall.

"I've had it with your behavior. I'm sorry that th' Judge fucked up your life, but tha' doesn't give yeh the right to take your anger out on me. I. Own. This. Building." She jabbed her finger into his chest with every emphasized word, making him flinched slightly. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape. I put my hand on the door knob, just in case Sweeney flips out after Mrs. Lovett's rant.

"Tha' means that I'm yer landlady, even if yer not payin' me. I want you t' treat me with respect. That means no more yellin' or threatening anymore. Do you understand?" The two stared at each other for the longest time. I kept a cautious eye on Sweeney. He face went from shocked to his usual expression. As for Mrs. Lovett, her face went from fuming to "Oh, shit…".

"I understand, pet," Sweeney said quietly. Mrs. Lovett quickly backed away from him, looking timid.

"R-right. Th-thank you fer listening." Before I knew it, the door when crashing into my nose as Mrs. Lovett hastily pushed it open to flee the shop. Holding my nose, I glance at Sweeney as the door closes. His eyes followed Lovett until she disappeared completely from his sight. He then turned his eyes on me. Yeah, I should skidaddle.

"Toodles!" I say quickly before pursuing Mrs. Lovett. When I enter the shop, Mrs. Lovett is nowhere in sight. Sighing, I head for the sink and dampen a clean cloth for my nose. Thank god it isn't bleeding. When I enter the parlor, Mrs. Lovett is drinking a bottle of Gin, looking like a deer in headlights as she stares off into space. She notices me as I sit beside her.

"Wot happened to yer nose?" She mutters.

"The door happened to it when you opened it to leave Sweeney's shop." Mrs. Lovett looks guilty, "It's alright. I've had worse than this." I say quickly. She relaxes slightly before diving into the bottle again.

"You were watchin', weren't yeh?" She asked after a while.

"Yeah. You did well." Mrs. Lovett takes another swing.

"He's furious," She mutters.

"How do you know? He didn't look mad, just shocked." Mrs. Lovett shakes her head.

"He's mad, I know it," She states.

"If he is, then he is. Don't worry about it. He deserved what he got. He'll get over it." I say reassuringly. Mrs. Lovett glances at me before staring off into space again.

"Hope yer right, love."