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Space PieSpace pieSpace Pie by Wickedwitch90
Mrs. Lovett, whats wrong with this pie? Sweeney Todd asked suspiciously.
The baker sighed deeply. Finally she had persuaded the demon barber to eat something at last. She had baked him a nice, normal pie, and there he was, complaining about the food.
Theres nothing wrong with it love, she said, trying not to show her annoyance. Its a perfectly normal pie.
Then why dont you eat from it too?
Because I already had dinner. I didnt expect to persuade you to eat something, to be honest, she said.
And you thank me for this by poisoning me?
Mr. T, whats this for nonsense? Theres nothing wrong with that pie!
Then why dont you eat it?
Because I made it for YOU. You need some food dear, before youll starve.
Reluctantly he ate the last part of this pie, just so she would stop nagging. He gave her an odd look while doing s
Bathing timeBathing timeBathing time by Wickedwitch90
Mrs. Lovett sighed deeply when she eyed the huge pile of laundry that was lying on the only clean table in the bake house. Most of the clothes were Sweeney Todds. It was unbelievable how many blood-stained shirts he managed to bring here every evening. It was a clever trick to pull on a clean shirt quickly every time he had killed a customer, but it was an awful job to clean all those clothes at the end of the day.
It had seemed a good idea to buy a lot of shirts, so the barber could continue his work all day without running out of innocently looking white or brown clothes, but last week she even had to buy a larger washtub on the market, for all the laundry didnt fit in the old one anymore.
It took Mrs. Lovett quite some time to fill the entire tub with water, for it had to be warmed first by putting buckets with cold water in it next to the oven.
Luckily she didnt really have to hurry. It was evening: both shops were closed and Sweene