He suits up, and heads to her bakery; to the rooftop, since he had heard her say something about enjoying the view from there.
It's a stupid idea, and he knows it, but he really wants to check up on her; make sure she's okay, happy.
He hasn't been Chat in a while.
Her light's are out, he can see from the distance, but when he gets to her roof he can see her windows are open and there she is, smiling drowsily up at him.
Like she was actually waiting for him.
Instead if acting confused, he lets his delight at seeing her flavor his greeting: "Lovely evening, isn't it Princess?"
In hindsight, he might have kept his identity longer if he'd thought of a different pet name.
"Long time since we've seen you around."
She responded.
"What brings you here?"
"The light from your windows and the scent of hot chocolate."
"Chocolate is highly toxic to cats, I'm afraid. Pity, I can't share any."
"Now you're just being selfish."
"Nonsense! I'm looking out for you, kitty cat!"
In hindsight, maybe she should have thought up a few more nick-names as well.