She pulled the lasagna from the oven, popped in the cheesy bread (she still couldn’t handle the strong scent of garlic; she’d used a bit of it in the lasagna, but Severus had done all the prep work there), and spent a few minutes slicing the lasagna in silence while Antonin carried the salad to the table.  Severus went to the living room and turned on the record player.  Soft classical music floated through the house.