Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match . . . !

[lovesleuth]

*hidden behind the nearest convenient object of the right size is a Zanna, attempting to keep the glitter to a minimum for once, waiting for the next possibly compatible passersby*

*any two people walking by will find themselves in a terribly romantic situation, courtesy of one magical matchmaker (and it helps if the typists provide some clue as

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[demonbaker]

[Typist: Here she comes, the only woman possibly more obsessed with Sweeney than the typist is! She will find anything romantic, including varying forms of "go away". The trouble will be finding what *Sweeney* finds romantic, which he will hopefully divulge.]

Our Nellie wanders on the scene all unbeknownst like, musing of her lost love.

[thedemon_barber]

*and here's Sweeney wandering in -- and lurking in a corner. He's really good at that.*

[lovesleuth]

*there's an experimental cloud of snow-like white glitter falling from the ceiling, then a muffled exclamation as Zanna realizes this probably won't do much for Sweeney, and then . . . then, it turns red.*

[thedemon_barber]

*and Sweeney glances around at the red glitter and gives a short laugh, finally stepping out of the shadows and tapping Nellie on the shoulder* Miss me, pet?

[demonbaker]

Mrs. Lovett underwent many very different emotions in the time during and after this last thing was said by Mr. Todd. Initially there was recognition and disappointment with the "Miss", which told her that her love was there and likely addressing someone far younger. With the "me" came much confusion. As she struggled to piece together this phrase, the "pet" hit her full on and caused her to have a mild cardiac event. That is, her heart soared and she was only able to stammer, "You have no idea, Mr. T."

[thedemon_barber]

Do I not? *grins* Then tell me.

[demonbaker]

"I've only missed you... always, love!" Lovett cries, slightly off-kilter in confusion and happiness. "But, er, everything *is* all right, isn't it?" she asks warily. [Typist: I'm thinking she isn't too keen on being thrown in an oven again. ^^x]

[thedemon_barber]

Typist: Well, I wouldn't be either. XD

There's no need to miss me when I'm right here. *and he gives her a searching look* Yes.

[demonbaker]

"Oh, I'm so glad!" she cries, forgetting herself and throwing her arms around him. "I'm so glad! Oh, love, and look, we're already by the sea and everything! Isn't it marvelous?" she babbles.