Severus knew that he had a lot to make up for. While he had cooked dinner as Hermione had suggested, it had not sat well with her. That is to say, it sat fine, heavily, in fact, and would not be moved. Well, there was some movement, but his commenting upon it had only got him in even more trouble.
"It's your fault that I can't stop! What kind of man considers cabbage a romantic meal?"
"Yes! And one who hasn't even apologised!"
"Let me do that now?" Severus asked, sliding down between Hermione's knees.