The Cheshire Cat could swear that it had never instilled in Milia the idea that her master left home to hunt. When Bayonetta held up her phone beside its head, it immediately began offering excuses and repentance to the image of its master, including how it knocked over plates every morning, jumped onto the sofa to sharpen its claws, and opened the refrigerator to steal fish.
It also yelled loudly at Jeanne, accusing her of not being the only one who secretly opened the refrigerator. Jeanne also snuck ice cream at night, and the Cheshire Cat, which liked wandering around late at night, had caught her in the act. To keep it quiet, she would give it a spoonful of ice cream, then, while its brain was frozen solid, toss it out the window into the bushes. Though this made the cat furious, the Cheshire Cat still could not resist that sweet, fatty scent of milk. It was a temptation no cat could refuse. One bite was enough to make it forget every past unpleasantness, ensuring the same outcome the next time.
The Cheshire Cat understood that it had been tricked.
The Witch had played a video from an earlier phone call with its master, and it had even watched it once before. But at the time, it had been busy enjoying the little snacks the Witch offered and had completely forgotten about it seconds later. Bayonetta put down her phone, turned around, and grabbed a pillow to hurl at Jeanne. The ice cream had been handmade ice cream the Emperor brought back from around the world. They had agreed to enjoy it together on the windowsill after their pleasures. When Jeanne could not resist sneaking snacks, she had carelessly—or perhaps conveniently—stuffed all that ice cream into her stomach. That