[Dream] Life is for the alive, my pet.

[londonsworst]

[It's stiflingly hot, and the delicious smell of cooking meat cannot quite overpower the faint and lingering stench of sewer

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[cruciverbal]

[B comes slinking in through the shadows, hunched over as he shuffles about, hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans.]

You're singing.

[londonsworst]

[Mrs Lovett doesn't stop dancing as she looks around. She smiles at B, jerking her said to one side.]

There you are, love! Be with you in a moment, but see, Giovanni 'ere asked to dance first, and then I promised Badou over there and I'm determined to get one out of Heine too, so wait your turn!

[She begins to hum, continuing to dance. Her invisible partner is no longer so, but rather Giovanni, still grinning like a dog about to rip out someone's throat. Off to one side, Badou is smoking, with Heine lurking close by.]

[cruciverbal]

[B quickly glances about the room, from Giovanni to Badou to Heine and back to Mrs. Lovett again as she continues dancing.]

What's the occasion?

[londonsworst]

[Giovanni is not a particularly good dancer; Mrs Lovett winces once or twice as he stands on her feet. She also seems to be the one leading, or at least the one steering the dance.]

Life, dear. It's for the alive, my pet, and that's what we all are!

[cruciverbal]

[B watches her for another few long, silent moments.]

... Are we?