Sweeney Todd was unusually cheerful today. Although Mrs. Lovett hadn't seen his morning awakening, he entered the bakery with a wide and somewhat enigmatic smile, and his eyes were glowing with an uncharacteristically lively spark.

"Good morning," Sweeney said with a slight breathiness and a barely noticeable groan, which seemed to come from the depths of his soul. He looked a bit tired, as if he had spent the night in thought or perhaps in some mysterious activity, but his face radiated satisfaction, as if he had found the answer to a long-tormenting question.

Mrs. Lovett, curiously watching him, poured tea and carefully set the cups on the table. Her hands, accustomed to hard work, moved with precision and grace despite the fatigue from yesterday's grand opening of the bakery.

"Did something happen?" she asked, studying his face attentively, trying to understand the source of his unusual mood.

Sweeney first chuckled quietly, as if to himself, and then, almost purring, responded, "I'm perfectly fine. Is that girl who often helps you with cleaning coming today? Of course, I can't imagine who would willingly help an old hag like you, but it's still interesting..."

His words were full of mockery, but there was hidden tension, as if behind this sharp phrase lay a deeper thought. With each sentence, Sweeney almost purred, as if enjoying the sound of his own words. His satisfaction was so evident that even Mrs. Lovett couldn't help but notice it, and her curiosity only grew. Sweeney might have been pleased not only with the success of the bakery but also with something that remained a mystery to others. His satisfaction and enigmatic tone created an atmosphere where questions multiplied, but answers were shrouded in the shadow of his mysterious smile.