I'm glad. I'm... Not sure what happened, but... [She's wondering if she should be so rude as to suggest the pies might have had something to do with it.]
What? Of course it was! I don't stick live animals into ovens!
[Something about sticking someone into an oven while they're alive really makes Mrs Lovett blanch. The reaction should be expected, but her eyes go much, much wider at the very notion.]
If it's any consolation, they tasted very nice. Though, I don't usually eat meat... Something tells me an ungoverned force made me forgo the need to ask.
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[And then her face smooths, and she smiles.]
Meat, dear.
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[Something about sticking someone into an oven while they're alive really makes Mrs Lovett blanch. The reaction should be expected, but her eyes go much, much wider at the very notion.]
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[She still seems rather put out - her words are coming faster now, and it seems that she's making quite the effort to seem normal here.]
Ain't the first time it's happened... shame it happened with my pies, though. Right shame.
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