"I saw it and thought of you," Hippolyta says, cradling the ball of fluff in her hands.
"How so?" Antiope asks, accepting the sleepy handful from her sister - she is not aware of any piscivorous tendencies or recent naps in the sun that she could be referring to with the comparison.
"Why, such a cute little thing -" and she is ducking away before Antiope can secure her companion to retaliate.