"Not the idea of a threesome; just the idea of you in one."
"You don't find the idea of a threesome appalling?"
"Not if I got to pick the guys."
"Now you're telling me more than I want to know."
"Truce on sex lives?"
"Truce," Ham said, raising both hands as if to ward off ideas of his daughter in a threesome.
"Okay, then." Holly turned her attention to her own sandwich.
"So," Ham said, "were you ever in a threesome?"
"Ham! I thought we had a truce!"
"I was just curious."
"Well, put away your curiosity."
"I just never thought you were the type, that's all."
"The type? What type?"
"The type to be in a threesome."
"I don't know whether to take that as praise or criticism."
"Suit yourself."
"You really want to know about my sex life, Ham?"
"Not really. I mean, not unless you want to tell me."
"What kind of father-daughter conversation is this?"
"One we should have had a long time ago."
"Well, we did have it, as I recall, when I was about nineteen."
"You call that a conversation? You wouldn't say a word. I figured you were working on becoming the world's oldest virgin."
"At nineteen?"
"But then that young lieutenant came along and fixed that."
"Which young lieutenant was that?"
"Wasn't but one," Ham said smugly.
"Oh, yeah? There might have been a platoon of young lieutenants, for all you know."
"You thought you could hide that stuff from your old man?"
"I did hide it from my old man."
"Then how come I knew about the young lieutenant?"