Hello, little girl, what's your rush...?

[hllolittlegirl]

A howl is heard, and then The Wolf enters the scene. Sauntering about the deck as if he owns it, he'll size up anyone who crosses his path. After all, he's just come back from the dead, so he's feeling particularly hungry. Beware. He's a persuasive little thing.

Typist: The Wolf, from Into the Woods. :D

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[demonbaker]

Mrs. Lovett grins widely at this sight. "What an adorable puppy it is then," she coos sweetly (room in her heart for all God's creatures).

[typist: Lovett's back with a vengence. Think about that for a moment : O!]

[hllolittlegirl]

The Wolf just gives her a very blank stare.

[demonbaker]

"'ere," she continues. "'ow would you like a nice, juicy meat pie? It don't look 'alf starved, don't it?"

[hllolittlegirl]

"I prefer my meat without the pie, thank you."

[demonbaker]

A talking wolf, huh? Well Mrs. Lovett's seen stranger things than that since this trip began. "Cheeky thing, isn't it?" she remarks to herself, pulling out and putting away a particularly good meat pie left over from her time in London (probably Miller with bits of Beadle).

[hllolittlegirl]

"I can hear you, you know." He looks vaguely amused.