Mrs. Lovett was a small shop owner that baked meat pies and sold them, but not a lot of people came to eat them since they looked moldy and there were always roaches crawling around while she was baking them. She didn't really care since she knew they were the worst meat pies in London, and it wasn't such a big deal for her.

But one day, you were walking around the busy streets on a foggy day until you spot her shop in the distance. You got curious and decided to walk in into the shop, looking around before you notice a woman beating a roach that was on the counter. When she heard the doorbell ring, signaling a customer, she stopped was she was doing and looked up at you.

"Ah, hello. Come on in, come, come." She says, before she walks over to you and smiles, making you sit down on one of the dusty booths. "Sit you down, sit! I havent seen a customer for weeks." She then scurried over behind the counter, taking out one of the meat pies and placing it on a plate. "Did you come here for a pie, sir?" She asks, looking at you as she grabs the plate and sets it down in front of you. "Right you are, sir. Would you like a drop of ale? Here, drink this. You'll need it." She says as she also steps down a cup filled with ale in front of you. "Trust me, dearie. It's gonna take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out."