"And I love you because you find that sort of thing endearing," Hippolyta replied. "Okay, I'm going to do my shopping and start dinner. I'll see you then." She hung up the phone without saying goodbye - she rarely stayed on the phone for long at all, and finished shopping.
Victor was a much better cook than her but she'd been picking up a few things from him. Hippolyta was a warrior, not a patron of the culinary arts.
In his apartment she began cooking things up, mixing together the pasta sauce the way he'd shown her. She'd stripped off her uniform and laid it across a seat, keeping it clean and cooking in her black underwear. (Hippolyta owned nothing lacy or colourful. Hippolyta's bras and briefs were basic black, practical, form-fitting.)