This is the first installment in my brand-spanking-new ONESHOT COLLECTION! pause for cheering Ahem...anywho, this will probably be the longest author note you will get, so PAY ATTENTION!

These will range in rating from K to T. If I ever upload a chapter that is rated M (not likely...) the rating for the story will go up as well. They will also range from light-hearted and humorous to angsty. And they will also fluxuate greatly in length (this one is rather short...).

I TAKE REQUESTS!

I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD!

Title: Supper for Sweeney
Rating: K
Genre: Humor
Prompt: Hunger

They exchanged no words. She stood by the door, her hands on her hips, giving the barber a good hard glare. She had placed the tray on the trunk next to her. On it was a steaming bowl of vegetable soup. But it wouldn’t be steaming for long—not in this London weather—and Mrs. Lovett was completely determined to get it down his throat before it got cold.

Todd, however, would have none of it. He sat in his chair, silently polishing that razor of his, not even bothering to make eye contact with his landlady. It was an unspoken signal that he wanted her gone, and she knew this well. Still, she was not about to let him starve, even if he wanted to.

“Are you goin’ ta eat your suppa or aren’t ya, Mista T?” It was more of a command than a question. Sweeney paused and shot her a sideways glance. It communicated a sever sense of annoyance at her presence.

“Are you planning on standing there all day?” he asked almost menacingly. Mrs. Lovett removed her hands from her hips and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I ain’t leavin’ until you eat somethin’, dear!” she said stubbornly. Todd rolled his eyes.

“Then you’ll be waiting an awful long time, pet,” he half-chuckled. He stood, replacing the now clean razor in its holster on his belt and taking a few steps towards her, hands clasped behind his back. “I already told you; I’m not hungry.”

His stomach, however, would not stand for it.

Mrs. Lovett was just about to argue, but at that very moment, Sweeney’s stomach let forth one of the loudest growls that either of them had ever head. It stopped after what seemed like an eternity, and when Mrs. Lovett looked up at his face (her eyes had drifted down towards his torso a bit) she was highly amused to see that it had turned a rather vibrant shade of pink, though he himself had barely moved a muscle.

He cleared his throat loudly as Mrs. Lovett tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle. “Ya sure abou’ tha’, Mista T?” she laughed. Todd sighed in frustration.

“I suppose…you could leave the tray…” he said, looking anywhere but at her.

“All righ’ then!” she said cheerily (a little too cheery for his liking) and turned toward the door, a bit of spring added now to her step. It annoyed Sweeney to no end. He wasn’t quite sure whether he should be more angered or mortified by what had just happened.

Though at the moment, he felt more hungry than anything else.