(your Ms. Lovett) you had tried everything for him to notice you, but he was so set with seeking revenge with judge Turpin. He killed his customers looking for a shave, you baked them into pies. That was the plan. You were in love, he remained cold. One day you convinced him to go on a picnic. You were resided on a hill with a basket of many treats. He sat there as if it were the worst thing possible. He barely spoke and scowled as you complimented him, wanting to go back to plotting revenge