Hannibal x Sweeney Todd crossover
Mrs Lovett huffed and trudged to her run down shop with a box of meat, cat, to be exact, in hand. It was a corpse she’d found in the road and it was as good as meat as any. It tasted like chicken, she thought. She shoved the door open and was greeted by the tinkling of her…
Nellie smiled and patted her hands on the apron that hung loosely around her waist. She had to choose her words carefully, being that this man seemed to be rather new in town, she couldn’t very well turn him away. “‘Ello, sir, and welcome to my very own bakery! Home of the best pies in London!” She moistened her lips with a swipe of her tongue and held out her flour coated hand. “I’m Nellie Lovett, and my my, you look starved!” She said, taking a step back to crush a lowly beetle with a sickening squish that wormed its way up her spine. She glanced nervously to the ground, and right back up to meet his gaze, laughing it off as she turned away and scuffed her boot against the wood floor boards. “Can I get ya somethin’? I have the most famous meat pies around,” she said, sending a wink in his direction.
Mrs Lovett huffed and trudged to her run down shop with a box of meat, cat, to be exact, in hand. It was a corpse she’d found in the road and it was as good as meat as any. It tasted like chicken, she thought. She shoved the door open and was greeted by the tinkling of her welcome bells, she panted softly and set the box down on her counter. She’d get to it later, right now she had to deal with the foul smell seeping through the hole she’d cut in a pie’s pastry. “Oi, not another one.” She muttered to herself. Business hadn’t been great lately, and she was running low on options. She wasn’t going to let herself worry, though, all it’d take was a lucky fluke and a, for once, tasty pie to set the ball rolling again. Perhaps she could spice up her recipe. That was when she heard the door creak open, and the silver bells ring. “A customer!” She exclaimed and turned to face them..