When I was watching Sweeney Todd recently I noticed that Mrs. Lovett sniffs Mr. Todd's hair as they're singing their duet during "My Friends". My imagination was sparked and this story was born.

It's a little OOC. Everyone should be used to me saying that by now.

She knew that he had been in Australia for fifteen years and that it had been treacherous, terrible, and horrible.

She knew that, after escaping from Australia, he had been at sea for quite awhile.

She knew that he thought of himself as dead.

But she couldn't handle it any longer.

"Mr. T?" She said tentatively.

He was staring out the window listlessly, his right hand gripping one of his razors. He looked at her for a moment before returning to his staring.

"What?" He asked grumpily.

Mrs. Lovett was nervous about mentioning it him, but she knew it had to be done.

"Mr.T…I know it's only been a few days…and I know that you don't think it's necessary…but I think you should…er…well…"

He stared at her, his eyebrows raised. "You think I should…what?" He didn't sound as though he cared what she thought.

Mrs. Lovett swallowed. "I think you should take a bath," she said quickly.

He blinked.

After several moments, he spoke. "What?" He asked, his voice confused. Clearly he had been expecting her to say something else.

"A bath." Mrs. Lovett repeated. "Mr. T, if you don't mind me saying—"

"But I do mind you saying—" He interrupted.

"—you don't smell too pleasant." She finished. "And frankly, you won't get too many customers if you don't smell good."

He frowned at her. "No," he snarled. Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes.

"Mr. T, it's for your own good."

He laughed harshly. "Are you trying to tell me that…perfuming myself is good for my health?"

She pulled out her secret weapon. "The Judge is used to the highest level of pampering…" she saw his face tighten. "if you smell bad, he won't come anywhere near you and…" she shrugged meaningfully, "you won't get your revenge."

He grimaced.

She had him.