Phillip didn't want to sit down, however. The dinner was still warm in the oven, so he wasn't worried about that. Instead he went to the kitchen, pouring them each a glass of one of her favorite wines.
"She won't bite." Phillip said as he returned, smug amusement clear despite her earlier chastisement. She might not THINK she was coming here do 'whatever he was thinking,' but their little makeup sessions always ended that way. If she wanted to be in denial for a little longer...well who was that hurting? He set his wine glass on a table near his favorite chair, then went to Whitney. "She's not a dog, Whitney, she likes you, and she's trying to show you."
As though to compensate for Whitney's less than cordial welcome, Phillip leaned in to scratch behind Vixen's ears. "You're a pretty lady, aren't you, Vixen?" Even as he was making up to the cat with one hand, his other was offering Whitney the wine, to try to make up to her too.