A/N: 'Ello, dearies. I know you missed me... Yep, I've written another story on a burst of inspiration. It's very random but what can I say? Inspiration's random. Plus, this one's actually short! It's only 200 words (not counting the author's note, of course). It's more of a drabble than a story. But knowing me and my wordiness, it'll soon be a story if this author's note gets any longer... xD This story is dedicated to pinkeop, a wonderful writer who's been going through a rough patch lately. Enjoy!

P.S. Loquacious means talkative.

P.P.S. I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed my other story, Of Eyes and Purposes. It got a LOT of reviews and I just wanted to say THANK YOU! Not that I'm advertising or anything... heh heh.

He wished she would just shut up for once.

Of course, she never did. She was always prattling away about one thing or another that he didn't give a damn about. She didn't seem to know the meaning of alone time, personal space, or even silence.

For example, right now she was talking about… something. He thought maybe it was a tea set she had seen at the market or some "darling" dress she had spotted in the window while buying groceries. He wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. He never was.

Yet, Mrs. Lovett blathered on.

Didn't she know that he never listened to a word she said?

He thought that someday, she'd get the hint and give up.

She didn't. Still she chattered, endlessly, persistently, annoyingly. Occasionally, when he was really, really bored, he wondered how she could talk so much without stopping to breathe. Especially because she was wearing a corset.

Still, Mrs. Lovett managed to jabber continuously without pausing.

With the one small part of his troubled mind that wasn't occupied with thoughts of revenge and of his past, Sweeney Todd wondered why Mrs. Lovett bothered.

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